yo I may not be the fastest rapper but I sure am the saddest rapper but I am better than a candy wrapper or an antirap activist my life is an accident my penknife is in my chest I'm up for the test I start to jest I tear my self apart I'm not in good health I should use a stealth approach every time a tragedy strikes I tie my neck to a rope write a check to the pope I feel like I've lost all hope it's colder than frost in the cold of the night on a cold winter night I'm losing the fight I don't know if it's wrong or right I feel something new each time I write a verse I might just wait till night to take flight or wait for a fight to make right and set sights on the future kill a shooter who kills for no good reason it's holiday season I can't think of a good person who has committed treason against the rap game betrayed fame and treat it like it's just a name well let's play a little game with your fame maybe post it in a picture frame (verse 2) I'm not much of a foul mouth but I lived in the south for 7 years of my life overcoming my fears of the stage my page is full of ink as my boat begins to sink like the color pink I am bright I'll win the fight if you try to catch me off guard in the night I'm the very darkness that lurks in your room full of harshness and cruelty to other rappers I hate my mother she abandoned me I hope if she ever boards a plane with me that news that it landed never comes and I hope that she hears this song and knows that she did me wrong are you happy now mom now we will never get along I hoped I'd never have to sing this song all year long I can't believe that I hate you so much I hate you with such bitterness what's the difference between you and I the difference is I would never turn my back on my kids if I had them that is just really messed up why would you do that you make me wanna throw up