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 :(