[Lyric] Climate Change (Darby O'Trill & Devereaux)

[Intro]
Devereaux, Devereaux, Devereaux

[Verse 1: Darby O'Trill]
I ain't got no friends, only people who pretend to be
I don't trust a soul, even I am my own enemy
Suicidal tendencies and alcoholic remedies
Dealing with the entities that the devil sent for me
Hatchet slashing, cutting, carving, severing your arteries
Pressure on your neck, boy, I'ma make it hard to breathe
Ain't no bitch in my blood, fuck shit ain't a part of me
Scarlet stained fingertips as I carve apart the meat
You get the dark heart and stomp all across yo head bitch
Talk that shit, pussy boy, you gon' get your head split
Send you up to Shangri-La, if I want your necklace
Have you smoking potent while you itching off that meth, bitch
Every single person that I've met in my life
Has died a million times inside the depths of my mind (Ha ha ha)

[Chorus: Darby O'Trill]
I don't like people, I don't like you (I don't like you)
I've been hoping that you fuckers die soon (die soon)
I don't like people, I don't like you (I don't like you)
I don't like people, I don't try to (hey hey hey)
I don't like people, I don't like you (I don't like you)
I've been hoping that you fuckers die soon (die soon)
I don't like people, I don't like you (I don't like you)
I don't like people, I don't try to (hey hey hey)
[Verse 2: Cutty]
Never liked another person, I have always felt so cursed
And people piss me off all the time, it will always worsen
This is my version of a hateful excursion
Happiness is key but it's just a diversion
I wanna hit you bitches make your feeble bodies fall
Write "Fuck you bitch" in blood and tie your skin up on the wall
I'm sick of telling y'all watch out for a lunatic
Everybody sucks so fucking bad just wish it was my dick
It's so sick how y'all make me feel on a daily basis
Everybody thought it was a trend, no, just some bitch ass faces
Bitch I got the laces and I put on the boots
Stomping down hard as fuck while you get abused
All of you getting snoozed, I can't stand, always some people like you lame as fuck, try to be all cool but fake behind your back
Bitch I've got no slack, I don't like you
Cutto be the pimp, ho, you 'bout to get slapped too
Back to everything I said before
I will hack you, drag your guts across the floor
I'm a bad dude bringing back true horrorcore
When we come through, yo, we done settled the score
None of you can get with it, we stabbing out in the game
Cutto, Darby O'Trill control the population mane

[Chorus: Darby O'Trill]
I don't like people, I don't like you (I don't like you)
I've been hoping that you fuckers die soon (die soon)
I don't like people, I don't like you (I don't like you)
I don't like people, I don't try to (hey hey hey)
I don't like people, I don't like you (I don't like you)
I've been hoping that you fuckers die soon (die soon)
I don't like people, I don't like you (I don't like you)
I don't like people, I don't try to (hey hey hey)