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Imma pick the neuce up and imma tie it around my fucking neck

Feeling the cold rope, realizing I have no hope.

I need a sip of bleach but i cannot reach.

I feel a tug on the rope i feel like a fool

Then my face smashes off the fcking stool

My face laying on the cold hard ground,

my tight throat making no sound.

At that moment I just knew

The pill would have been a much easier kill.

then i realize im one of the best

at pinning down a specil needs kid i put him to rest.

Suddenly i feel another wave of depression,

actually i feel happy, nah im messing.

Right out of th womb,

i knew id be early to the tomb.