So it looks like I’m back to rap again

Back to defile another trend

And cap a friend cus a friend to me is “for random information” then it “ends”

Never really did click with them

Sandler give me your remote

Stole his batteries then slit his throat

With no remorse, the rapper y’all been waiting on son

Won’t Otto my tongue, that’s biting it

Every bar I write there’s fight in it

I did “Juice”, the noose I tightened it

But lately my heads getting so big it mightn’t fit

Cus I trust myself and nobody else

I’ve been and back to hell

Turned shit around

Now I’m truly homeward bound

The anger that had me originally inthralled is back like a fucking booty call

Rid of the filter I’d installed

Now I just don’t give a fuck

A 5ft rope, tell me that’s not enough

To make your face turn purple like a fucking Carmichael truck

Want pardoned from me then you’re damn out of luck

If that’s hard to swallow, here’s a soft dick to suck

Dig up dirt, you’ll find me

Put in the tape, rewind me

So that you can hear the tale, behind me

Why Suicide Squad’s gotta keep an eye on me

Deadshot with a red target on my forehead

Ready to blow my brains like grains of bread

Emotionally starving myself, at least the birds are fed

Man I think I need a therapist to shrink, my problems

That I just can’t help wallowing in

My pain I’m swallowing

The burden grows more everyday like a tumor

And I’m slowly losing myself n there’s a loss of humour

Smoking more herb than Harold n Kumar

A dark shadow closes over me

Feeling alienated, like 10 Cloverfield

Recluse again, stay clear of people

That’s my human shield

Or should I yield? Like…

Go for it Deadshot, hit the headshot

Go for it Deadshot, make my skull pop

Go for it Deadshot, shoot the robot

Go for it Deadshot, hit the headshot