BROKEN REAL!TY

[Verse 1]
Help me please! I’m trapped in a world I hate
Having a verbal debate with a man who said let’s burn all the gays
I gave it a whirl and ate a match, after drinking a liter of lighter fluid
He started screaming, like he’d seen a demon, he didn’t believe I’d do it
“Hey Pence, you saved me,” I screamed as I burnt from within, hurt but I’ve been
Hurt worse than this, like Kindergarten, “Yeah, son, you’ll fit in,” my mother told me
Sold me to the world and I became a pawn and I wasn’t heard, I told Ms. to “bite me”
“Principal’s office,” “My principle is if I see a bitch then I off it”
A tragedy: from sanity to vanity, say I’m crazy but I’m managing
I am the one who is rabidly attacking my family ‘cause they think I won’t be advancing
They want me to be dancing but dammit I’ll be stacking G’s, put cyanide in my mac and cheese
“Get off your ass, get a job and stop rapping, please! I mean, serious-”
From Ohio, all the way to the valley
Randomly cramming an axe in the back seat
Sadly the victim’s screaming like a banshee
It’s saddening, it’s maddening, it’s about to be Sandy
Hook you in like a convincing tranny
Hook you in like I’m handing out candy
Hook you in like I’m Alex Jones rambling
Hook you in, Jim Jones when I’m rapping
Taking a plane, faking my pain for the ones I love -- echoing in their mind? Songs sung by us
Landing down in the muddy Guyana, there’s a guy on a runway bloodied that got shot up
Ah, like back home, think nothing of it, might I roam
Over to the compound and see my boy Jimmy, he tells me that I should get some hydration in me
Luckily my boy Al who beats monks warned me to drink the fruity semen of Mr. Jones
“Drink this Kool Aid here and I’ll give you a woman and you can fist her holes”
James, I don’t like women, don’t like men, I don’t rape, I murder when I wanna sin (maybe both)
I’m sexually attracted to being loved… so I’m asexual