Pen to paper

The only way I cope with depression

Is remembering that I'm the dopest ever

You and flowing

never could go together

Like bathing suits in snowy weather

And my spittin's scary

I'm fresh, ill, nice, and every other word in the dictionary

Bitch, I'm very

sick

And all these kids talking shit

Leave me sayin', "Fuck the world, just 'cause you walk on it"

I lost my grip

On optimism

And these kids can't get with me

Your only chance of victory

Is if I write a line for you to spit to me

And I'm seein' through

I'm the one, and you couldn't be the two

If it was just me and you

So that explains why you got the patience of an alarm clock

And the IQ of a barbie doll

You'll be the first one to start a brawl

And the last to get out of intensive care

I cause death on contact to paper whenever I put my pencil there