[Verse]
This is my writing session
This is like going to a Vatican and telling the preacher
Who preach all my confessions
Half the time I can't relieve the stress
The streak of the mess
Impede the black sheep
As the snakes go connect
The misadventures of the fit starter
And I'm not talking about exercise DVD's
That ya momma bought you from Wal-Mart
Can get pissed off as much as I want
My aggression's too strong
That's why I storm off, like thunder

[Hook]
All I feel is rage
All I feel is pain
Starting to think someone evil is watching over me
Start to hate everything, fuck a one trick horse
Me, I never done anything? Where the fuck is your source

[Verse 2] Why do I got to feel this way
Why do I gotta feel like this in particular
Depressed I plead mess inside a pen
My ink constantly dripping again
Smell hate, take a wiff of the pen
As much my heart hurts
I'm gonna die eventually that's how the world works
Word work, steeping with a step back progression
This is my writing session
Wanna see something fucked?
Take a look at my reflection

[Hook]
All I feel is rage
All I feel is pain
Starting to think someone evil is watching over me
Start to hate everything, fuck a one trick horse
Me, I never done anything? Where the fuck is your source [x4]