try3 part 2

But i still aint lost cause i got alot in me,the hate the fear and the glory,like a sip of cigarette,a sip of me im just toxic just dont touch me, I've been dreaming,dreaming of dooms day,i saw your mama tities but its okay o my comon up son just relax lets talk some stuff just don't smoke my shit i will not be mad but if you do it's your funeral don't I did told ya Dont expect me to hold ya In my arms I told ya I am a pychopath Before u know it I sold ya Just to score some shit I just got acute nostalgia Pissed on ya carpet Like i own ya Son hold on I got a case of impaired identity I have like these killer tendencies