I Hate Myself

I smash poems and beats like hookers in Vegas
Got a rash on my dick, apparently I'm allergic to latex
My thoughts like a follower of charles Mansons cult
"I want to fucking die"
So while I lie here and sink in my conscious
My fuckin mood swings are getting really obnoxcious
I should see a therapist but my therapy is pink but no stink
Bear with me on this addictive personality
Like serious how can a motherfucker like me get hooked on some fuckin children's Tylenol
I like getting high and all, I'm shitted
It was humane to quit it
Cause I'm draining out like the urinary system at a cemetery
I can't, carry myself much anymore
How can I carry so much weight when I can barely bench 200
My solution was to republican party some things that didn't seem important
That idea was worse than sitting on top of a space heater
Or get sprayed with some kerosene and light my wife beater

Fuck

I feel like I get stuck in myself
Like my emotion buttfuck themselves
And I'm the spectator watching them
That's when I jump on my scooter and see ya later
I'm not calling out the Jehovah witnesses but the haters can get the fuck up off my doorstep
Ain't no damn truck stop so dont give me a bad rep
I dont kiss ass cause I ain't into strep throat
Haven't gotten my dick sucked in 17 years
So my sexual frustration is piling up in pyramidal tiers
I'm nearly in tears when I'm sitting at home alone
Beating my meat to some Mia Kalifa
And smoking some reefer
Think thoughts deeper than the fuckin ocean
Coasting down 101 at 120
I'm sure theres plenty of sirens behind me that I choose not to hear
If my vision was clear I wouldn't have gotten held back in Pre-K
So what my mental illnesses cause my soul to decay
I live my life in a constant replay
Sure I believe in second chances
But I should probably stop showing up to my high school dances drunker than a fuckin pirate

Fuck

Going forth before the last break
Ive flunked most of my freshman classes so you can catch my ass in take two
By the time I graduate ill have 2 kids and be thirty fucking four
And found a match with one of the staff
Go ahead and laugh
I get fucked by life more than I get fucked by girls
And still thats a shit storm too
I manage my problems like white people segregating communities
So I can pretend I have plenty of oppertunites
In reality probably passed out on top of a roof
With the same crooked tooth oddly back into place
Or getting so faded I think I made it into space
I'm a fucking disaster with my title in quotes "Rhymemaster"
My intentions are usually longer than the life span of an abortion
I fall into peer pressure easily and caused me to fail my portion of a relationship several times
I can't comfort myself while my mind stakes it as a crime
So now its just take album ideas and make runs for it

Fuck

Breaking it down barney style
I'm not the ass of a Kardashian so let me keep it real
My expressions are very vulgar to some I'm just expressing how I truly feel
Banana peels don't wanna be slippin myself
Chrome wheels on the sunshine brighter than my fucking future
Feature me on just L magazine
You can say I'm in between cooler than not
Won't ever catch me right handed cause I'm left
I speak like a ventriliquist to some people that's deaf
There wasn't a secret to my ceasar chef salad
I just came in it as if I was a triple-x star
Looking for a nice car that I can drive far and deep into a lake
So I can take myself out Whitney Houston style
Whats that file of a video tape of me streaking?
My dick doing the helicopter and I'm leaking in the bushes
People yelling at me I'm gonna sue his stupid ass
I'll shit a fury, smoke grass eat ass
Take a shit off the side of an overpass and hope for a score
Call me charcoal gibbous there is only much more

Fuck