"im more of a poet then a rapper
but i got tht g perspective,
so if she disrespect it, ima slap her
well i meant to slap her but actually stabbed her
damn now im fuckin a dead cadaver"
and with tht one side of my mind says oo tht sounded mathers
the other goes "thts mindless blabber dont be a faggot"
maby im goin or have gone completely insane
cuz all i hear is them and all i feel is this pain
u'd think i'd go numb afterawhile
but the thought of no feeling dosent help me feel like giving a smile
maby for me depressions the new style
cuz it sticks to me like a trend for at least a few miles
but its a long road so what am i sposed to do
especially when i fall more apart evry next step
should i go right or left? left
put me back together man i need some glue
like more then a tube like a million gallons or two
maby, get me some boobs
cuz im feelin like a nail its been tht long since ive screwed