sold my soul for close to nothing

I sold my soul for a couple dollars
Just so I can get some drugs
What the fuck is the point of life if the point is making funds?
Yeah we stay up all night partying, we doing drugs
And I know you hate your life baby it will soon be done
I don't miss my soul at all
Matter fact I hope that I go and fall
Today, tomorrow, or any day
It doesn't matter to me I hope I'm dead

Yeah the end is fucking coming
And I hope you ready
You say you don't wanna die cuz your life is steady
And I hope you all know that time goes by
And you know that time flies
So you gonna fucking die
Six hundred sixty six people on my fucking phone
But I can't count the number pills I've taken I'll leave that shit alone
There's at least a hundred people that are trying to be my clone
And I think its time you grow up cuz you is getting old
Your time is coming quick
You a little fucking prick
I think you should quit your job
Yeah, you should slit your wrist
They say ima bad kid I ain't influencing shit
I'm just waiting for my life to end I don't give a shit
And I'm a class A prick
You a F tier bitch
You was hating on my name acting like I ain't a kid
You're a loser and its clear
Taking acid
You drink beer
You think you hot shit
Ima shoot you with the deer
12 guage right into your legs
Ima make you crawl right out of this place
Ima do something dirty tonight
If I see a hick I'm bout' to end his life
Fuck a racist!
Ima put him in his place!
Six feet underneath
Tough till I defeat
Smash his head in with a bat
Leaving corpses on the street
And I'm burning rebel flags
Fuck you mean don't tread on me?
And I'm pissing on your grave until its leaking underneath
You say you gonna shoot me ima break your nose and your teeth
You act like we don't keep no guns
But here's a little funny feat
Like how you think I'm gonna kill you if you way bigger than me

I sold my soul for a couple dollars
Just so I can get some drugs
What the fuck is the point of life if the point is making funds?
Yeah we stay up all night partying, we doing drugs
And I know you hate your life baby it will soon be done
I don't miss my soul at all
Matter fact I hope that I go and fall
Today, tomorrow, or any day
It doesn't matter to me I hope I'm dead