Rated M for language...! Rap for the non-sentimental. ----- It's a dead end baby, Sling on your headphones, Turn up the volume, Play it so bad that I'll fucking wanna screw you– You're like my heroin when I'm cutting back– You always seem to get me high– Throw me up and let me reach the sky– It's a dead end baby, Blast up that music– Make the neighbors pay– Tell them you're the boss, You don't fucking wanna play. Game gone serious, Whatcha gonna do? Sit back and close your eyes and ears, It's what you go through. You blend in with the dirt, The filth, The mud, You're like the scum on my shoes as I kick you to the ground. Shut your world, Tell them what you found. Insanity's my name, And baby it's the game. You got nothing but a pair of jeans, A microphone and MP3– What's left to lose? Sling on them headphones and blast it so loud, Make me wanna kill you, Hurt you, Murder you. It's a bitter recluse, Cower away. Rot like the daisies, Nobody has a clue. Suffer like you're burning– It's a dead end, baby. Wanna turn up the volume? Let the music overtake you, Let it fucking drown you, Desperation, sanitation, revolution, bitch. That's nothing in my world, Created by illusion– It's a damn anarchy, Don't let the bastards get you. Freedom etched, on the wall– It's everywhere around you. Let the loneliness cling to your soul, Feed off nothing but regret, Swim in self pity and slap yourself dead. Sanitation doesn't exist– It's only filth covering your porcelain skin– Manequins are overrated, Corpses are so in season– Grab that knife, plunge it in your heart– Blood comes pouring out, As you choke, making scars– The MP3's out of battery– You kick yourself awake, You cry from the loss before you fucking agitate. You're crying, you're screaming, This shitty state of mind, Insanity is something you've got, Baby don't cry. Mentality is only a distant memory, It backstabs you– Running off without you. It's like a fucking frenemy! Insanity's your only friend, Leave the past behind. Go get the knife and stick it in your mind. ----- Like I said... Rated... M? Yeah. For language. It's about going insane... From what? Drugs, alcohol, all that. I know. I'm sorry if you're offended or anything, I just felt like writing. No, I'm not self pitying. I like it like this. FYI it's a little rap, not some humdee dum poem...
Lmao God doesn't have a mother in my opinion— Rap it? I tried. Try putting the beat in Nicki Minaj's "Stupid Hoe"... ._.