Like a bloodhound on the scent you sent me wild Suck it out of me this syrup drips like bile I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip I'm letting it slip down (Now) sit down Back the fuck down sit down sit down Spitting feathers from the froth behind my lips And I think it's anger, Yeah I think it's anger And i made you, but I take another blow to the face do You need another toxin to raise you Cause you know that I'd be losing to face you An irate you I'm losing the grip, I'm losing the grip I'm letting it slip down sit down Back the fuck down sit down sit down Bite my tongue and chase your smoking gun You don't need to see repercussion