sudicide
im living in a world of shit
and everyday i fuck another bitch
i'm tired off living my life without a end
all the time i lived i lent
jump off the clinton somebody said
but that isn't orignal anymore i read
so still living, still not graduated
after all im rated to be a ghetto criminal
mayby i would like to contineo livin' like an animal
but right now i need snortin' coke
sometimes i feel so goddamn cold
inside of me i have feelings for a bitch
and mayby that bitch kape me in this shit
im going to jump off a tree with a rope on my dig
i dont no what im going to do it doesn't matter how deep i digg
i just like i'm traped in the elevator on the first floor
i look around me but no where is an open door
twenty four seven im stuck in my life
sudicide is the only way out
i smoke weed until i faint out
sudicide is like stoping the shit
so its like stoping off making hits
i'm tired of living life like poor shit
mayby my way out is to fuck a rich bitch
and marry her for the money
would i could call her honey?
im writing this fucked up song on a expensive laptop
so that means some one of my famylie has maked it to the top
maked it to the top just like bob saget
but i don't wanna make the top like him because he is a faget
right now im on the lowest level
and i need to strugel heavy batteyls
thats how i keep me alive
so dont make my life to tof, allright???
but i wanna be somebody, someone free
and not living in this shit like a working bee
right now i'm asking my self who would miss me when i gone
i thought nobody but i was fucked up wrong
i'm not rich, i'm not poor i'm sitting in this shit
now i think this is it
i'm going to end al those gangsta wars, deals and drugs
people of the higher class saying being a thug sucks
i never had a regular honey
i never could take a dive in tha money
i wanna end my life i dont know how, i jumped of a tree
all i got was a twisted knee
how would dead feel??
would it be real??
would it be like sleeping??
anyway i would keep me away from tha drugs i'm needing
my addition is fucked up
my words are spoken with a Dubbel tounge
all my words are wrong
i discrimante womans who are to old to sleep with
i don't care, fuck it
don't point at me when the world turn there backs to you if ya listen to my shit
ooh wait, yeah point at me then we can fight about it
dont run then come to me and i will make ya head twisted
com'on don't play nice because i fight like a sicknis
come on and let the roe finish you off
damn now i see what i need, love
(love????? doc operation room D-3 is doing weird)
if you trying to cautch me don't haseted
if your are fat you will be to late
hate thats what peolpe hear, when they listen to my songs
i thinks that idee is fucked up wrong
it isn't hate it is all tha bad things of the world in words
people listen to this so i wanna bet this is tha way to get a idee how the world really works
im doing right things and still i wanny die
i don't know why mayby its because i'm high
a big house would be nice
or a bitch cold as ice
a expensive car like a lamborghini
and sitting in tha back drinking a martini
a privet jet would be fine
and then drinking the most expensive wine
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