Whoa, Shut it down (Burger Remix)

Haha, I'm a fucking demon,

Making bitches swallow semen,

With a bunch of issues, fuck em all

I never needed reason,

I attack and I conquer

Where's the grenade launcher,

I'ma gobble up some faggots

Who say I'm who they got hard for,

Fuck em all, Just wanna see them bleed,

Murder is my daily need, fags can't get a break

And so I'm hated by LGBT,

Sexually pissed, Been a week since I was kissed,

And now I'm fucking starving for attention

From the girl I really miss,

I'm quickly getting really pissed,

Grab the fucking first aid kit,

Gobble down a bunch of Tylenol

Until my kidneys quit

Suicide intended, fuck your feelings, you're pretending

Fuck around and stab some bitches while they're bleeding from their clit'ris

Hate the kids with slit wrists,

My self included in this,

I stay online so much you'd think that Zack never existed

I'm a fucking murderer,

They say they never heard of her,

And that's a good thing because she's stuffed inside my burner, erm

Give me just a second, before I get very reckless

And then burn the college down where all my niggas go for wet dicks

Fuck a couple pillows

Got the Vaseline, it's drippin,

Couple shells inside the six-hit

So I can't miss this

Russian roulette with only a single bullet missing,

So I can fill my brain full of the shit that I ingisted,

Ingested, sorry, I'm so fucking damn rebellious

I'm a seventeen age hellian

With a couple parents yelling

Who the fuck does this kid think he is?

Bitch I ask the same thing

Might as well just put me out cause I am never changing

Evil till the day I die, I'm opposite of angels,

They put me in a padded room and watch me from all angles

Tie me up and hang me from the rafters as I dangle

I'll climb in through you're Chimney call me Kr-Kr-Kris Krangle

Say my name three times and I'ma kill you with a chainsaw

Hit the dealer up and say I need a pound of mango

The fucker always rips me off, but shit, I need a bang-o

Lift me off the earth and now I'm sailing with the angels,

Until I pull my Mac out of my sock and get to rain-o

Bullet storms, the type of shit to make Woo jealous,

And like I fucking said you'll never find one more rebellious.