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For My Dead Friend
- I can't rap, i'm no where near black,
- i'm fat ,rockin daily heart attacks
- So with that being said,
- let's get straight to to point,
- i can't even make my own fucking salad moist.
- That should be enough to tell you straight
- That i've got no game, i'm a damn disgrace
- But I don't give up, I still have hope
- Tried to kill myself, snapped the rope
- Nothing seems to work, i'm fucking done
- tried to kill myself again, it's a bb gun.
- I've got a small dick, make's me sick
- no wonder i'll never hookup with any bitch
- I still keep trying, i'm always crying.
- When asked if fine, I just keep lying
- I fall down, look like a clown, no upper body strength, so i stay down
- want to get out of town, not gonna happen, keeping the frown.
- As this rap nears the end, I have nothing left,
- already convicted for theft.
- So before I go, I have one more thing to say.
- Mom, dad, what an awful child you've raised.
- This song was dedicated to a friend who killed himself,
- I hope he reads this from heaven and realizes what a bitch he was :(
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