BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- All these thoughts run through my brain
- Probably have to diagnose me as mentally insane
- before I murder your rap in vain,
- Try to diss me and call me out
- I'll stab you in the fucking back in a haunted house,
- Don't think I'm serious?
- Never question me cuz I'm mysterious
- And probably didn't know I cause pain since I'm deleterious,
- I'll rip your fucking brains out like Hannibal Lecter
- Sit your family down and make them watch on a movie projector,
- I'm not an ill rhyme sayer I'm an ill rhyme slayer
- Better think twice that you looked up and said your prayers,
- Sometimes my mind ain't so sunny kinda like a drug and adrenaline junky
- But that's justified since I'm related to Ted Bundy,
- Dark thoughts cloud my mind
- And I feel like I can't forget my past I'm always looking behind,
- Drinking till I can't feel pain no more
- Somebody save me a seat in heaven next to some drunk whore,
- Only reason I did dope instead of coke
- Was cuz it gave me some feelings of false hopes,
- Guess I was out of scope if thoughts of tying rope
- Ran through my brain but now I guess I understand the ways,
- Lost touch with reality and held my foot on the pedal not givin a fuck
- Till the hoe stopped givin them sucks,
- I told God I wanted out
- Wasn't quick to forgive till someone else saw me shout,
- By now you probably see that I'm enraged
- Yet I feel so lucky cuz of all the crimes I commit I've yet to been incarcerated,
- Theft, possession of methamphetamine's, arson, double homicide, burglary
- Oh how could I forget about armed robbery,
- Held the store clerk at gunpoint
- Till I couldn't take that bitches disappointment
- Of her drowning in sorrows, it was a bit of an annoyance,
- I said oh fuck it and pointed the 45 to her face
- Let the trigger go as the bullet rushed through her skull,
- Fleed the scene, never leaving a trace
- For the police to go on a lead
- This is hunting season I'm on a killing spree,
- Next morning woke up in a ditch and wondered how
- Must've blacked out
- Can't remember a thing probably got knocked the fuck out like Pacquiao,
- My brain is like Norman Bates in some hallucinogenic type state
- I'm not even sure why I have so much reason to hate,
- My brain's disarrayed
- I'm possessed by an evil demon that's been awaken from it's grave,
- Can't sleep since I keep seeing something by my side
- It's that either I'm nuts or I'm high,
- I seen the reaper in his black coat holding his scythe
- Telling me it's my time
- But I'm getting put in for 25 to life,
- Living the rest of my life in a cell
- Wondering if judgement day winds me up in hell,
- Lived my life shattered by broken dreams
- Crazy how things are never as it seems,
- Life goes on why do I weep?
- I'm in too deep
- I've always been nothing but a black sheep,
- Nobody to call or write
- Don't know how to pass the time
- But knuckle up and fight,
- Now I'm put on death row
- And time goes slow
- Can't stop reminiscing as a kid when I played in the snow,
- Sad as it seems
- Nothing to live for just dream
- Only memory without people's screams,
- Accepted my fate of reality
- But should've opened my eyes sooner and saw my brutality,
- Writing my last few words
- I realize I'm no mockingbird
- But maybe I just want to be heard,
- Well fuck it, gotta go dig my own grave
- With my shackled legs
- Waiting for the firing squads orders to be gave,
- Shot to death to fall into this worthless hole
- Where here lays rest to my eternal soul,
- But I ain't no sleeper
- I just met a friend his name is the Grim Reaper.
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