[Verse 1]

This curse spreads through my words

I’m tired of doing my worst

I wanna do and be my best

Life is a test and a bitch

I fuck her to death and try to ditch

I fail, imprisoned with no bail

Emotional scars with no stitch

My life is a mess

I'm trying to clean it up, while the rest

I’ve been doing my best to confess

My insecurities, this stress

This impurity, through my raps i try to impress

But when the press gets upset

They protest these times

Molest these rhymes like a crime, fuckfest

I devowel (dеvour) these vowels

Makе her wet

Then put her in a towel

“Leave me” is what my inside voice is telling her

Clean me These words are so dirty

Wash me off like a squeegee, easy

These girls getting flirty

They all need me

I might be childish but i ain't no gambino

Girls be chasing after me because im apparently “Emo”

The only emo i am is the sub genre

Trauma Hell take

I’ll never be as good as Lana del rey, ayy!

Better than ever

Ink on the feather

Finest paper

Hop in a jetta

Tape a seal on it

Just to write this letter

Im so fancy

Fucking stupid panzees

Trying tap me

Slice your thighs and

Slit your wrists, bleed like a sap tree

(forget it)

I just wanna climb to the top

Im ill, feel it? I’ll kill it, im the realest

So sick, whenever you come around, you make the fever drop!

I’ll work my way up, i dont give a fuck

I want to get to deals from brands, fans, and grands in bands

If this rap shit didn’t work out, then this is the confirmation to take me off

I dont start shit

Call it defamation because this artist shit fell off, ruins my reputation

Need validation from people?

Cool, try to get it? Fool. why you try to hit it? To duel!

[Verse 2]

Kill a herd

Filler words make this song go without a peak

Feel the urge? Make this go for a week

I'm the probability

You’re the possibility

Of the ability

Move around, mobility

[Verse 3]

Everytime somethings going right

It feels like somethings wrong

Trapped in my own facade of a song

Polar opposites, obsidian

Oblivious to this dark “VOID”

When am i gonna get out of this oblivion

“ There is no other choice”

Million chances, frantic

You get her dry, i'm the chapstick

Never new shit (wait hold on)

Never knew shit

Special ed, dropped from the head

Teachers wouldn’t do shit

Momma always told me this rap music is stupid

But always said if i had a ability i should use it and do shit

I choose it and sing acoustics

If i fail, i lose it

But this new shit, if i ever stunt

And do it, i would lose shit

With this movement

If this game is a bomb then i defuse it

Whip out a q-tip wick

Because i got my family's fuse lit, quick

[Verse 4]

Its sad when i get mad, because its bad

Because i don't get sad, i get mad

All this pent up oppression that i used to never have

I turn my depression into aggression, i speak facts

That's what my family lacks

Maybe one day, it’ll hit you and you’ll look back

Change your mind and make a impact

Via versa, so you follow my tracks

Maybe try to support any one of my raps

Instead of saying i’m “just like my dad”

Then compare me to him, then call us both fags

Then saying we’re “wannabe blacks”

I just wanna have admiration so bad, something i never had

Saying "Revenge" is a “school threat”

I never fucking pulled that

Planted my seed for everyone to feed

Since the deed

I'm not a fool that, will do that

Regardless, i’m exhausted and guardless

Never wanted something to be a part, this

Shit is getting way too out of proportion

A little portion of it, is forced in, your mouths, silly

Put a gun with a name

Do the same shit with

Careless of what i write

Embarrassed to show you, its right to do what i have to do

To show you the real truth

What if I make it?

What if i take it, and bank it out

From my empty bank account?

We made it out!

For our sake, we shout

We shake with clout

Thats fake, no doubt

All these bitches wanna play me like a board game

But bitch your boring, sleeping on me, stop snoring

More and more whoring, mourning these hoes in a storage

Never get too attached to a bitch

'Cause she gonna break your heart fast

Stitch it up

Then you switch shit up

(Bitch enough!)

(Anyway)

I, can’t do this anymore

I’ll never date a whore

But i did

Myself i kid, everyday

But hey

Trust me, it’ll get better, just watch and pray

[Verse 5]

Now i’m just freestyling

Ayy, on- you know on the mic be wilding

I’m filing

Like jeffery eipstein’s island

Eye of Sauron

That’s why they call it “Eye Land” (Island) haha

Yea

Ayy, i’ll mark you up, i got you in my targets

Ayy, ayy, since the deed, everyone tryna feed

Ayy, ayy, ayy, i write you, yea, gonna stitch you with a pencil

Fold you up, like a pretzel

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I’m fucked up in the head, inside i’m dead

That’s why i’m so fucking mental!