buckin shots, ur head gettin dots, fuck these thots, my thoughts, as I am sit on jail cots, I feel like ima rot, all because she called the cops, one of us had to go down town, I man up and then i dropped, to my knees as I got cuffed, she stood there and watched, cuz this pain I feel like ima drown, drinking it out a bag that's brown, as I sit here wit a blank stir I notice people all around, I passed by a mirror, and I found, a face looking back at me wit a frown, I retreat to my fucking room, hide away in my tomb now, why she had to be evil, I really hate being around people, there has to be a Sequel, cuz now I'm stirring up at the steaple, she looks down on me like im unequal, ima God so fuck ur crown, earth isn't my place of birth, and I'm no clown, but I am low down, if u want to fuck wit me, slugs will hit u wit a pound and put u down under the ground, now ur stuck wit me, cuz we both in hell, can't u tell, torturing, torment, agony when I fell, but im use to it, well, all my life I lived there like I am the son of Satan and that motha fucka is preparing me for what life intales,