[Intro]
I'm still alive, motherf**a!
You are not in control
One of those son of a b**hes you sent in here to k** me
Is about to die (I am a stranger)
Let's see what they gon' do when I get this one in here
(You have no idea what I'm capable of)
Check it
[Verse 1: Point Game]
I lie awake with my eyes open and my mind hopin'
I can die choking off of swiggin' the liquor cause I stole it
I'mma f** around and rhyme hopin' my self-inflicted
C4 gets more of my lines quoted (Boom!)
I'm a psychosomatic, might go and grab it
Light, draw, and drag it
A battler with his back shattered
A spine fracture, a rapper with nine stab wounds
Black ba*tards you breathe deep when I pa** through
I twist off and roll with a fist large
Disposin' a clip scarred, upholdin' the rip laws
Drinkin' Robitussin 'til I'm noddin' off
Pill-poppin' hard, guzzlin' alcohol 'til the problem gone
Tryin' to get in your liver, like liquor comin' in a flask
Next one to drink is like Stifler
My miczilla, a bright n***a who eye quicker
Plus a live ripper that rhyme the live stiffer
[Hook] x2
This here's that music, suicidal music
Cry-to music, iTunes music
Get f**ed up, sit and cry to music
Can't another motherf**er do it like I do it
[Verse 2]
Every night that I wake up and day, go to sleep
I realize that I'm backwards and pray for a beat
To impeach all this anger that they won't release
When I'm tired of rappin', enabled, diseased
Rottin' from the gas bin, based on the speech
Probably floppin' on a mattress from hatred, O.D
A mama that loved him and fakes on the streets
With a heart for the real but a case for the weak (That's me)
Pack and burn marks on my arm and my heart
From my thoughts in the dark when I'm lost with a cause
Option of God, but a force from the bars
That I wrote from the start of my vocals and robbed
Myself of the dignity and pride that I want
When bein' drugged up choppin' lines I'mma snort
Speedin' in the street, coppin' fines in the courts
With my mind in remorse, it reminded the Lord
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3]
Still f**ed up from last year, picture next week
The damage I do, might as well let my d**h speak
I laugh at clowns invitin' me to parties
I'm scarred livin' deceased, my heart timid and weak
My art vivid to speak, who's motivated?
f** life, reach me my birth, I fornicated
People always wanna talk with me
Then trip when I speak back awkwardly
What the f** you expect, I'm a awful breed
A self-hating Christian, unlawful seed
Against all odds, but my life is even
I lie like the heathen, but throw slanted eyes
Of the demon, who the f** roll like me?
Not a Goddamn soul lose hope like P
(Hey yo, you spit, dawg?)
Yeah, I lace tracks at random
A hot verse to you to me is branded
[Hook] x4
Awww sh**