[Lyric] I Feel Like Dying (WHOKILLEDXIX)

[Intro]
B-B-Boxcutters

[Verse I: Karm the Tool]
B-B-Bad bitch
She want me, she on me
Ugh-uh-uh-uh
She rubbin' on my c- (That’s a Tommy)
U-U-U-Ugh, Uh-Ugh
I fuck her ‘till she walkin’ like a zombie
All silk sheets, walking down in ferragamo (Ugh, Ugh, Ugh-h-h-h-h)
Bad bitch
She want me, she on me
Ugh
She rubbin’ on my cock like (That’s a Tommy)
Ugh
I fuck her ‘till she walkin’ like a zombie
All silk sheets, walking down in ferragamo

[Chorus: Karm the Tool]
I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying
I-I-I-I (I feel like, I feel like dying)
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
[Verse II: Karm the Tool & Yung Skayda]
I paint my boots with blood of gods
My niggas are killas
I’ll slit your throat ‘cause you are not
My gang go guerilla
You lackin', boy put up your guard
My bullet you catching
Don’t test me boy, I do a lot
I scream “Fuck it!”
I still get high at the function
Make sure drive the deduction
Why you gon’ riot for nothin’?
I break my skull
On the pavement, I take my toll
Don’t let the reaper ever take my soul
If it gets taken I will let you know
Whe-whe-whe-whe-when I get rid of it
Bitch, you talkin’ shit?
I’ll puch your lip ‘cause I get sick of it
And I’m on your block
So now you toast just like it's cinnamon
I been hella angry
You can tell how I’ve been living it
Copped a fire Rollie
Now I feel like I’m the president
Shawty put a cigarette out on my legs
Two twin Glocks turn thug into a bitch
[Chorus: Karm the Tool]
I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying
I-I-I-I (I feel like, I feel like dying)
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying

[Verse III: Death Tour]
They say I feel like dying
I feel like dying when I’m high as shit
Imma [?]
Coronaviruses
Damn I'm getting turnt
One for the- turnt
Put him in a hearse
Now I walk with a [?] (Yeah)
Rude divas
Rude divas
Two divas
We the true demons
Two demons
Moving two seaters (Ahh)
Damn mamaíta said I look good in cheetah
Imma be the Jesus of swag, believe it-t-t-t-t-t
Black press ons
Black dress on
You could die from obsession
Who you tryna flex on?
[?]
Bad for the swag
Dead in my bag
Death Tour
Dead presidents out the a-a-a-a-a-a
[?]
[?] too caustic
Im just too cocky
You gone have to off me
[Chorus: Karm the Tool]
I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I-I-I-I-I feel like, I feel like dying
I-I-I-I (I feel like, I feel like dying)
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying
I feel like, I feel like dying