[Verse]

I look back at life, so I grab a knife, put it to my wrist
I know I'm not acting right, but would it be better in the after life?
Man I wish I never grabbed the mic, I wish I never picked a pact to write
I wish I could breathe myself back to life, but I gotta deal with the facts tonight
I'm tired being criticized for half my life
You don't understand the grasp or strife that I had to fight to get where I'm at
You faggots like: He's a wannabe, he ain't never gonna be
I don't think this faggots nice, he's a biter, he's just trash, alright?
I'm not a hater, he should pass the mic

Who puts on passion like a flash of lighting?
Only a few, so kiss my ass, you dyke
You can never be me or even rap alike
What I do is on a different level
Sit back and write, pick up your pants and tights or whatever your fashions like
Keep your seatbelts fastened tight
I'm about to clash the tightons and bring rap back to life
You all suck, close your caskets tight

[Hook]

I don't care about opinions (no)
I could care less for your feelings (fuck you)
So please just keep a distance, keep my name out your resistance, bitch
I don't care about opinions (no)
I could care less for your feelings (fuck you)
So please just keep a distance, keep my name out your resistance, bitch