Kill me while I’m down, take a sword and put it into me
I can’t fucking think cuz all these voices are killing me
I just wanna go back to the snapbacks and back pats from dad
When I didn’t have to come back with a Prozac
Too bad you can’t go back
Cuz now you’re thinkin off you wanna try a cognac wrap
But you’re sticking with the white russian, shaking like a secussian
Wasted all your money, now that’s a repercussion
Maybe if you waited, you wouldn’t be so frustrated
You would’ve never vacated, now you’re life is rotated
Contemplated if you would be better off decapitated
Would’ve paid just to fadе away, now you’re baked and cross-faded
But maybе if we work together, we can find some better weather
Whatever we gotta do, wherever, whoever
Breaking my back just to remember my name
Last night I got so fucked up, I don’t feel the same
Taking shots to my liver, taking shots to my head
Getting slop top, that’s a night that I won’t regret
Feels like I’m losing my balance, aye
My name is Connard, a.k.a
God, say it backwards, it’s dog
You just a bitch like a dog
You bit the hand that fed you, fuckin dog
Hope you get hit by a car like a dog
I’m getting red in the face
No competition, no race
Not on cloud 9, i’m in space
I might come back to put you in your place
Fuck out my face, fuck out my face
I’ll be fucking honest, you look nice in a grave
You are me, I am you, we are one in the same
So I hope that all the drugs you take to numb all the pain
Just turns into a fucking tumor and crushes your brain