JoeBuddenProbablyThinksICantRap :(

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[Verse] Two hands Xanax, I might panic if not attack Steady relapse into my old ways In the third grade I got punished for sour play Called my friend Johnny a fuckface Snuck outside and shot pedestrians with my draco, missin' my AK They yelling out mayday Houston we got a problem Grim on the loose and he's wildin' Hide your children 'cause if he finds you You're dead within the next hour Shedding tears to a dying flower While he's laughing, plotting for power And say roger, I couldn't find in my heart A woman got duct-taped and he dragged along the body See my mental kinda fucked up, you can tell, right? Probably got a whore with HIV, tell my rancher it's quite jolly Sadly, I'm a spawn of Satan who's waiting to meet their maker to argue in conversation I tried to kill myself three times, well, I guess that didn't work, jerk Now I go berserk, first on a verse R.I.P. to my vocals 'Cause the day that I ever die, the rap game got no culture See I'm the nigga that's up now, mane, fuck next Fuck fame, a fuck fest Labels want to sign me now, I could give a fuck less You could die, suck a sick dick, nigga Hold your fuckin' breath, ayy