I welcome death...
I’m jumpropin’ on the razor’s edge, dancin’ on tightropes…
I’ve fallen off of my last ledge, one day I might cope…
With these inner demons that surface when I’m sleepin’…
It’s got me freakin’ and I’m screamin’ like my soul is bein’ eatin’…
I’m depressed manicly but in my twisted brain I laugh at me…
I attack myself fanatically and pray for a catastrophe…
Maybe an earthquake or some other natural disaster…
I can’t help it…I’m a sadistic twisted bastard…
I had enuff of the world’s lies…
I can’t take any more ill surprise…
I’m tired of getting pissed and holdin’ back what’s buildin’ up inside…
I’m in a constant state of primal rage…I’m ANGRY!!!
Pissed off that I fail in my own attempts to HANG ME!!!
And strangely on the surface I’m calm and placid…
But have the urge to take shots of cyanide and sulfuric acid…
No doubt bout it…my funkin’ attitude is rancid…
I volunteered for a study to be injected with cancer…
My mindframe, at best, is extremely hard to get with…
I’m obsessed with suicide and find solace in my deathwish…
By now you’ve realized that I’m not givin’ a fu*k…
I wreak havoc, bad thoughts, bad deeds, and bad luck…
Hey, what the funk?…I ain’t nuttz!!…Maybe it’s you that’s crazy…
I examine my feelings!!!Tell me have you done that lately?…
You don’t understand me so how the funk can you hate me??…
Cuzz I walk around in chronic clouds and my look is kinda shady…
I have a desire to retire my tired and weary lethal bein’…
To something or somewhere that diplays less of an earthly scene…
To somehow go beyond human tragedy and senseless drama…
To tie the social norm that clings on like body amor…
I flash through neurotic, psychotic episodes on a daily basis…
My darkest thoughts show me as bein’ nameless and faceless…
I hate myself…Does that make me a racist??…
I hear a voice in my head and I always chase it…
I took like 50 pills and I might not make it…
That’s why they found me in the gutter bare azz naked…
My melancholy innuendos make you think that I’m someone else…
I’ll decapitate everyone in the room includin’ my ownself…
You think I’m a ludicrous lunatic with fatal instincts and my mind is horrible…
But fu*k what you’re stressin’ cuzz Dr. Hannibal said it’s perfectly normal…
I’m the original deplorably despicable individual…
Wait to catch the full effect cuzz you’re just catchin’ residual…
One time I tried getting’ some therapy…
Cuzz my homie told me…”Hey BigBoi…Ya scarin’ me”!!!
So I broke it down bout the demons that’s leavin’ my soul eatin’…
And when I cry it ain’t tears…it’s like I’m just bleedin’…
And how I’m short of breath and I can’t breathe even…
Nothin’s commin’ out…I’m down on the floor on my knees heavin’…
I never used to believe in demons…now I’m believin’…
It’s got me seethin’ and I’m grievin’ for a different reason…
I stepped out of the room cuzz I had to take a vicious piss...
And when I walked back in the therapist had slit his wrists…
It felt like comedy when it should have been tragedy…
His last funkin’ words were, “Why do you do this to me”…
I’ve lost my sanity, I’ve lost my freakin’ vanity…
All my happiness and common sense has abandoned me..
I’m runnin’ around town fu*kin’ myself up unabashedly…
I’m an ungrateful degenerate…so why are you so mad at me?…
Take myself out don’t tempt me…
I put the gauge to my head…And squeezed but the freakin’ shells were empty….
