[Verse 1] (Yeah) It’s one of them days, don’t even wanna wake up (wake up) Everything fucked, every motherfucker caked up (fake fucks) You don’t really know why, brain feelin’ caged up (phased up) But you wanna justify rippin’ someone’s face up (face bust) No human contact, I’m duckin’ every handshake (nah) And if you interact, your life is on a landmine (boom) Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker (back up) It’s just one of those days, I might snap, motherfucker (grrah) [Chorus] (Huh?) It’s all about the “he say, she say” bullshit (bullshit) Run your little lips, get your whole grill pulpit (bitch) I think you better quit lettin’ slick shit slip (shh) Or you’ll be leavin’ with a fat, split lip, no script (damn) It’s all about the “he say, she say” gossip (stop it) Talkin’ like you got it, but you not on hot shit (nah) I think you better quit talkin’ that shit, real quick (real quick) ‘Fore I make your whole crew do a backflip, no grip (skrrt) [Verse 2] Look, it’s one of them days, feelin’ like a freight train (choo) Barrel down the track, any rat gettin’ straight-maimed (splah) First one to complain leaves with a blood stain (facts) Red on the floor, that’s a motherfuckin’ mud vein (yuck) Damn right, I’m a maniac, brain off safety (click) You better watch your back, I corrupt your HD (glitch) Fuckin’ up your program, virus in the mainframe (ayy) Name in your mouth? That’s a motherfuckin’ pain game (bitch) And if you stuck up, you just lucked up, sit, pup (sit) Next in line to get fucked up, zipped up (zip) Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker (back, back) ‘Cause today I’m on edge, I’m a straight gut-cutter (rah) It’s just one of those days, ain’t shit sound right (nope) Say the wrong word, you’ll be missin’ by tonight (bye-bye) [Chorus] (It’s like) It’s all about the “he say, she say” bullshit (talk) Keyboard killers, y’all cappin’ in a group chat (cap) I think you better quit lettin’ slick shit slip (shh) Or you’ll be leavin’ with a fat lip, tooth crack (bap) It’s all about the “he say, she say” bullshit (bullshit) Name in your mouth, that’s a motherfuckin’ full clip (grrah) I think you better quit talkin’ that shit, lil’ punk (punk) ‘Fore I turn the whole spot to a moshpit dump (jump) So come and get it (come get it, come get it) [Verse 3] (Yuh) Tongue-twistin’, tip-toe, tick-tock, timebomb (brrah) Teeth chippin’, cheap talk, TikTok, type wrong (stupid) Sick cynic, slick spittin’, split synapse (splah) Six seconds, shit switch, snatch sin back (facts) Rage risin’, ribcage rattlin’ like rimshots (rah) Real raw rum, runnin’ through my red thoughts (fuck) Back-bite, backtalk, bitch, that’s backlash (back) Bat-break, back-smack, boy, that’s backflash (grrah) I’m a motherfuckin’ monster, mumblin’ my mantras (uh) Make a meek man miss meals, need doctors (doc) Cadence cutthroat, clips click, clock (clack) Crowd go crazy when I spit, shit knock (knock) [Bridge] I feel like shit, yeah, chest full of rage, no chill (no) My suggestion, keep your distance, that’s real (back up) ‘Cause right now I’m dangerous, brain on a short fuse (tick) Mouth like a Mac-10, words leave war wounds (brrah) We’ve all felt like shit, been kicked when we down (facts) Been treated like shit, no love in the town (nah) All those motherfuckers that wanna step up, step wrong (step) You get slept long, dirt-bed, slept strong (night-night) I hope you know I pack a chainsaw (chainsaw, what?) I’ll skin your ass raw, fuck the paint job (ass raw) And if my day keep goin’ this way, I swear (swear) I just might break somethin’ in the room right here (right here) I pack a chainsaw (chainsaw, bitch) I’ll skin your ass raw, no stitch (ass raw) And if my day keep goin’ this way, no lie I just might break somethin’ that you love on sight (on God) I pack a chainsaw (chainsaw) I’ll skin your ass raw, no law (ass raw) And if my day keep goin’ this way, I’m hype I just might break your fuckin’ face tonight (face gone) [Breakdown] (What?) Give me somethin’ to break (yeah) Give me somethin’ to break (uh) Just give me somethin’ to break (break) How ’bout your fuckin’ face? (your face) I hope you know I pack a chainsaw (what?) A chainsaw (what?) A motherfuckin’ chainsaw (what?) So come and get it, bitch (come get it) [Chorus] It’s all about the “he say, she say” bullshit (bullshit) Whispers in the wind turn to full-blown hits (hits) I think you better quit lettin’ slick shit slip (shh) Or you’ll be leavin’ with a fat lip, cracked clips (bow) It’s all about the “he say, she say” bullshit (talk) You don’t really want smoke, that’s a full pit (nah) I think you better quit talkin’ that shit, lil’ punk (punk) ‘Fore I drag your whole block to the motherfuckin’ front (front) So come and get it (yeah), come and get it (ayy)
