Lyrics I Want to Go to Hell - Taz
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
Bitch
I'm
never
fucking
sober
Never
faking
ain't
a
poser
I
won't
make
it
guess
I'm
over
nah
Fuck
it
put
the
soda
on
the
table
Crush
it
up
and
split
it
Just
like
you
supposed
to
Here's
a
toast
to
being
fuck
ups,
man
Fuck,
I
guess
I
choose
to
Pour
it
up,
wait,
hold
up
You're
slow,
bruh
Kissing
up
on
my
shoulder
When
I
hold
her
Losing
motivation
fiending
for
an
indication
That
I'll
make
it
otherwise
I
need
a
permanent
vacation
Had
to
replace
it
Back
to
the
basics
Suicidal,
lose
the
cycle
I
might
lose
my
patience
Broker
than
a
motherfucker
I
ain't
doin
well
So
I
guess
that
when
I
die
fuck
it
I
wanna
go
to
hell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
Bitch,
I
pull
up
in
that
all
black
Drop
top
with
the
Glock
cocked
With
the
top
back
Letting
them
know
I'm
about
that
Say
they
know
that
Say
I
won't
blow
that
No
light
in
the
tunnel
I
feel
like
kodak
Pulling
right
up
to
the
scene
And
the
bitches
they
fucking
They
don't
know
my
name
Oh
you
be
loving
attention
and
loving
affection
But
bro,
I
do
not
feel
the
same
I
got
the
girl
up
the
crib
and
I'm
working
and
living
This
rapping
corrupting
your
brain
Man,
those
clout
google
be
tight
You
need
to
go
fucking
exchange
God
ain't
hear
me
When
I
asked
him
for
a
blessin
So
I
picked
up
this
mic,
and
this
pipe
And
taught
that
boy
a
lesson
I've
been
wating
now
and
now
I'm
breakin
Now
that's
why
I'm
stressing
Tryna
make
it
now
and
I
can't
fake
it
Now
I
have
depression
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
When
I
die
fuck
it
I
want
to
go
to
hell
Cause
I'm
a
piece
of
shit
it
ain't
hard
to
fucking
tell
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