Really thinkin of puttin an end to this shit I aint got much time
As I sit here writing my dark rhyme
Got the .45 in my lap in my clip it's a dime
No one listens anyway lately feelin like a f*ckin mime
My heads all twisted but yet I'm in my f*ckin prime
Poppin meds from my psychiatrist I don't feel fine
They told me it would make all the pain go away and I would shine
All I feel is more demons comin on with each pill I pop aint that a f*ckin sign
I'm tired of tryin shit out the choice is mine
Now I'm sayin f*ck it crunch an oxy with my blade snort a line
I don't beg for shit all these pills is all mine
All I hear when I'm high is can I get a line
Thats when I up the nine
Take your life that's when I hear the last whine
Put the pistol to my skull sayin build me a shrine
Cock that damn pistol with one thing on my mind
It was bout half my life I was blind
Til I chewed an acid stamp that was hard to find
Popped it at first it was real kind
Turned for the worst quick saw the devil chillin in the shadow
Lookin for a soul to borrow I gave it up got my chest feelin hollow
Then I started thinking to myself imma piece of shit
I thought to myself all these pills im doin I needa f*ckin quit
Bitch I'm tellin you there's no God when this evil shit creeps ill admit
Matter a fact I know there aint no God when will you get it
I could careless about myself I feel like shit
Hate everything I do so I take that blade cross my throat then I slit
Like I said I'm headed for the f*ckin tar pit
So I roll a fat blunt all that smoke inhale it
Either way ill be happy so I cock the pistol feel my head f*ckin split
Then I drop I knew it was time to f*ckin quit
Bitch I hate myself anyway