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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.