I'm tried and sick of it all depression toke everything including my balls now I'm scared I haven't written how I truly feel all I feel is I'll, all I feel is pain if had my way I'd make some bullets rain, so you could all feel my pain, I know I'm selfish fuck shit I liked that bitch but she treat me like dog shit like didn't even matter broke my ego like and egg goes splatter, felt like when Humpty Dumpty fell of the wall now I'm empty were was the porpuse of which God sent me, now I see all the chads and I envy constantly trying be what would never be Nigga you like you pizza totesterata like a commie poster the hoe getting hammered with nail in the picture I'm talking at the wall nigga simp with blue balls, I rock six figures with red nose Rudolf, but I rock a mustache like adolf I think I've lost it the rhyming style I use to floss it wear it like a gold chain but whatever I guess time change but now I rage at the public I can't spit these rhymes like I scratch my pubic I'm tried and sick of it all depression toke everything including my balls now I'm scared Am a lost player God I pray prayers of my skill returning heart is yearning for some rapping that's authentic and graphed with thoughts that automatic and not scripted like king James Im depicted I rights rhymes maybe tear the bars of got no skill maybe ill tear your balls off I come in like aeroplane bicthes draws drop like an earthquake ever hear the thunder I farted I just waked Make no mistake I drop bars like democrats freeing prisoners and fellons why am I getting political this is hysterical I may get in trouble with the federal I'll probably get injected with subliminal thoughts thinking orange man bad by default getting charged for assault all "I did was slap you with my balls" I'm tried and sick of it all depression toke everything including my balls now I'm scared