Alcoholic

oh shit, I think im off a bit.

Im coughin up tryna off the alphabet.

And im seeing vampires all talkin garlic.

I think i drank too much.

Shit makes sense when your an alcoholic.

I get ballsy. Dragging my body on the ground when im walking.

The true slump god with my awful posture rockin.

Drunk enough to eat a pack of pencils,

thinking i could write off all the lead and take some penicillin.

instead my alcoholic ass got painter's colic.

And i forgot i jot my rhymes in ink by penning em.

"And Eminem turned m&m and then, " oh shit im goin off again.

This bitch i call alcohol really fucks with my head and im endin it.

"just one more time, I promise Ill be better!" You said that last time,

and thats how we ended up face deep in vomit in front of cops tryna,

act like "officer, theres not a problem!"

"Mom, im not drinking vodka, its just water. But it burns on every shot of it!"

My sporadic ass is often attracted to it like an adict on acid.

It's the grass and wack of assholes grabbin their daughters ass on the down low.

Its the wacky shit that makes me act like im down slow,

like a down syndrome asshole, crappin on the side of back roads,

cussing out ladies walking down the path slow."

"Stop watching me dumb hoe!"

im often joked about being a drunk hobo.

but actually, pretty tragically, im actually kinda that already.

idk where im gonna go after "passing my classes" but really failing, cuz im down bad.

Fuck That! Im just that slow .

Id rather go home and trash some rap shows.

grab the rope and wrap it round my throat like a lasso.

tie a boulder and throw the rope over the

broken ceiling fan.

but it smashed my shoulder, split in half and snapped the rope goin over.

Shoulda tried this shit riding sobber.

I'm often goin over the edge like a roller coaster,.

Rollin over, stomach churning.

Not even a holy ghost could turn my addiction over.

Guess the boo, in booze is metaphorical.

An oracle,

To the horrors hard liquors and liquor stores

Bring to the already horrible world we've taken over.

At this point turning over a new leaf is the hardest war im facing

Racing, to make sure my brain ain't wet paint on pavement,

Plastered and paved on wet cement from late night depression hitting,

This sedative medication playin and I aint having it.

So I grabbed the jack and unlocked dad's gun from the cabinet,

Took 2 shots, 1 from the bottle, and a shot a blank cap.