Yeah, yeah

I punch myself to test myself to see I got cancer
When results were last they won't allow me here for talking banner
Follow up banner with the people like the hammer
Taking deaths left and right quit messing with the panners
All of us done evil things before its nothing new
They reversed I saw a message pass away with nothing few
Stop talking about evil stuff enough with the news
Then I come back with your views can I get some clout for clues
Why did you follow me I never spoke with the devil loser
Thought of hell isn't real play on nightmare difficult uber

And they called me a shooter for talking trash on computer
Better run then get fueler I see a glass on my footer
A killer grooving to the percs but never see anybody hurt
It has been weeks and weeks and many breaks to turn
I can't decide on things but force myself to work
Then the critics, oh the critics they keep talking on their words
On my skinny self trying not to cry, trying not to try
Even nobody buys my things, on on your mind
Rapping evil things with 2 verses you really hide?