Want me dead? be my guest lyrics

[Intro: osquinn]
(How is a motherf*cker finna tell me they want to kill themselves, bruh, how you finna state [?] mistakes, I'll see hell and the Devil before I come to that [?], if you don't like what I'm saying bruh, then just kill me then. Be my f*cking guest. f*cking kill me, you'll have to do that sh*t [?]. Like, you know, help save your f*cking self. Worry about yourself, don't f*cking worry about me, b*tch.)

[Verse 1: osquinn]
I'll f*cking kill myself before you get the chance to
Gun to my head, I'mma get cancelled
Brought some blade, but these bones make you dance too
I chop your ass up, and turn you into lamb stool
Running from the suicide, I mean I had to
The [?] want me dead, b*tch, blurry, I see red
I didn't want it last time, I even went to bed
Because I never sleep, where [?]
I heard you don't like me, so kill me
Rope around my neck, hang from the ceiling
I keep getting weird, and it's [?]
I feel very numb, I lost my feelings

[Break: osquinn]
([?], its not like, the fact that its you that's the problem, its the fact that you act like its everyone else's problem, that's what's p*ssing me the f*ck off, coming at me saying like "oh, [?] i'll f*cking kill you" like stop that sh*t

[Verse 2: osquinn]
If you want me dead, shoot me in my motherf*cking head
I'll 10 [?] crowd will start dispensing
n*ggas will do anything for fame, that's depressing
Punch him in his face, beat his ass, learned his lesson
If you talkin sh*t, you gon' meet a Smith and Wesson
I can't feel my face, off a Perc, I'm off 7
n*ggas pose with guns, anything that is threatening
They be slipping up, make a n*gga start to question
I'm getting tired of people asking me for sh*t
Get the f*ck off my mind, get off my f*cking di*k
All these wannabe rappers, this sh*t make me f*cking sick
I cannot take this sh*t, I cannot take this sh*t