I am mad
I ain't glad
I don't feel
I can't rap
I don't understand the memories that I have of my dad
Mother made me into slave
I worked my hardest till that day
Pop pop
Leave my crypt locked
Hit by shot shot
Could you leave some kinds words at the door?
Because honestly, I don't wanna get up off the floor
Rather sit still on the bloody carpet
And tell myself that I am no longer a target
Once upon a time, I told myself that I'd be anything
Till reality stuck into me like a fucking limousine
Long and expensive, that's my life reinvented
Paying people, after paying people, so tormenting
Slow the sound down, so I can see it
Always moving light speed, but this time man I need it
Please just give me a refill
Or give me some weak pills
Anything, to make me feel, I don't wanna reek hell
Havoc is so fantastic
But I don't wanna become gassed, so tragic
It's like magic, I'll make you disappear from my mind
In half a second, you won't mean anything to my life
I'm standing beside some lames
In a game that don't feel the same
There's no grit, there's no hunt
If nobody puts in work, who you gonna cheat off now?
You need real around to make them think that your down
When I died, my inner spawn burned inside
I became hotter than hell, with my burning fucking eyes
Staring holes in you ligaments, looking right through your skeleton
Gelatin it's developing
Melanin is mutating
Fell it grating, like I slipped a disk
Or some fucking toothy head from a cowgirl bitch
When I talk about whips, I don't talk about cars
You'll be whining in bed from the night to the morn
