im insane i got a hole in my head from too much cocaine left handed guitarist imma be in the 27 club like cobaine he did not shoot himself, his arms were too short to aim it was Courtney love do i gotta say it again? just rappin random shit my friend of this verse we're at the end no chorus, picking up where i left off climbed to the roof and lept off, you got that big talk but i bet you got a lil cock i aint ever gonna stop even if i never make it to the top before i die i wanna kill a cop I'll be hopping on every verse till im riding in a hearse my soul has a curse my mind boutta burst