I used to give a fuck, till I lost emotions
Now I pour salt on my scabs, and leave em all open
Got you hoping, that this kid jokin
No im not, xray my fingers and see there broken
Poppin pills till my eyes roll
Wake up in the morning to a fat blunt of hydro
I get rid of the weight like, lypo
Slit your favorite rapper, and make a lil slide show
Cheese for the camera & cheese for my pocket
Ciggerette fiend, so my lungs match my wallet

Mary called, said stop messin with these females
Itll end up like, wait, lets not go into detatil
He sells, like she sells, sea shells by the shore
Or like we sell retail in these government stores
I gave rap my life but I think it wants more
But im ready for war, gimmie what you took
I used to be right and live by the book
Til that one girl left now my whole life is shook

I gotta closet full of rappers
And a fully loaded heater
And a special baby chair for that faggot justin bieber
Still spittin ether, even with my vocal chords gone
I could rap about nothing, and you'll listen to the whole song