De_Snipe_It5

Hold up wait a minute, I ain't got a fucking second Now I'm in the kitchen sippin' juice Loose screws and ghouls in my head Make a noose out of shoestring Pile of burning ashes on the floor from the black flame I cannot cope with depression my sorrow is infinite Hoping tomorrow is different but fuck it whatever You're putting me down more than I have I'm the grey fucking hound Wrap me in a pack, Jack wearing all black With a backpack it's a flashback Oh, no Swerving in my casket, everybody watching Throwing flowers at my bed but I ain't dead yet so Throw me inside of a lake made of fire Rope round my neck only seems to get tighter Of course my attire is made out of wire The higher I get the more rhymes I can spit Don't keep me waiting, I'm holding my breath I ain't got a second to spare for myself Hating myself why you think I can love you So fuck you I'm hoping for nothing but death Five-Nine with the real red eyes $carecrow dropping off foes like flies Trippin' in the kitchen with my four-five vice Now I got a mission but I still can't fly It's a homicide, a suicide or what Liquified they spilling all my blood Crucified I'm runnin' out of luck Magnified the pain I call my drug I'm hating myself feeling dread Nothing inside me but pain in my chest Infrared dot on my head no regret Cutting my wrist I ain't breaking a sweat Trynna better myself, but I can't Maybe I'm rolling the wrong fucking plant I don't understand The Scarecrow is made out of sand Fuck your religion, the devil is me where you been