Anger Management

What's the point of being a better person When you forever cursin.... Me out like I ain't shit bitch, ima find a tip, That's fuckin sharp enough stab you in your heart and puff this fuckin blunt I rolled Separate thoughts from your soul I'm not the one to hold Accountable for the shit I do How to tell these demons no Bitch, I wish I knew Im just a raging beast I think ima save your teeth Make me a charm bracelet I enjoy the warm fragrance of your body's decomposition steady having these constant visions Of me being tossed in prison and nobody wants to listen I'm fed up, And I want you to know that I wanna put my fucking palm where your throat at cut off shit that I know ain't ga grow back Rip out your tongue, and I want you to hold that I think this a perfect moment for Kodak Think ima send negatives to Prozac with a letter like, atleast y'all tried but as you can see, they still all died