RANDOM SHIT

VERSE 1:

I got guns that I use when high on a bag of shrooms,

I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,

I can't wait 'till I wake up and watch some cartoons,

when trippin' high on acid, this is my relapse part two,

I'm in my bedroom on my small bed, just typing up lines,

thinking deep inside of my mind, and writing a rhyme,

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

"Nigga, you fucking gay as hell, and nobody likes you",

it sucks being a broke-ass scrawny little white dude,

you're the weakest one, you're the one to fight through,

but do I really truly act like I honestly just give a fuck,

no, I just carry on, and make life good and live it up,

I spit this sick shit, I run with misfits and crazy dipshits,

retarded bitches, making lists of boys like Christmas,

what the fuck am I saying? I don't wanna talk about it,

if I'm faced with a struggle tomorrow, I'll walk around it,

random shit