I’m fed up, with these motherfucking cunts
I feel done, but I haven’t begun
Afraid now of my life, this fight, this strife
It’s time for me to move on with the knife
In a few months, where do I go
I’ll have no home, besides this apartment zone
Can’t get that loan, I feel like I’m off my throne
Because I’m not even 16 years old
Can’t get a job, can’t begin to sob
Forget what I thought, as the clock stills tocks
Confused over the future, feeling like a loser
I’m not a user, nor an alcoholic abuser
But I’m losing my sanity
Using vivid profanity, while people keep asking me
I wanna make a CD, that blows up like T.N.T
Get chased by the L.A.P.D, and go on a killing spree
See me on the TV, with precision
that will make you agree, that I am legendary
Music making’ easy like making bacon
Make you chase me so you can race me
In rap, race isn’t an issue
Unless your skin is the color of a tissue
Some could say I misuse
My ability to abuse, bruise, and confuse dudes
You’ll find me between the frozen foods
And the ladies with the bad moods
But I guess this concludes the reason why I’m crude
I wrote half of this yesturday because I was in a bad mood, but when I tried to finish it today it went differently...so I posted it here cause I never plan on using whatever this is.
