Judas Issacariot

[Verse]
Oh shit nigga here we go again, I need to get in contact with my doctor
I got voices in my head and my mind keeps spinning like propellers on a fucking helicopter
This suspicious blood is ridiculous, cause everything a nigga give is conspicuous
From my sense of security fell to obscurity
Yelling obscenities, this is absurdity
Lyrical entity, envy thy enemies
Empty this clip till they trip off the remedy
Sing with this melody, my flow is heavenly
Demons in my soul are constantly tempting me
Living in misery, learning humility, spitting a plan clutching a rosary
All that I wrote is to sanctify savagery
Pain and some agony, death and disparity
Clearly I need to get my motherfucking medication in my motherfucking system real quick
I'm more columbine, with 12 concubines
I got concrete rhymes that'll blow a nigga mind
Shakespearean the way that I construct it
Call it Al Jazeera like it's mass destruction
I've come way too far with this Alhamdulilah
And my belief in God has been cracked with a flaw
As I thumb through these chapters, this blasphemous baptist
I'm stuck in a nightmare that you can't imagine
I'm sick of my pastor he's preaching salvation, just bury me deep so I'm resting in peace
I eternally sleep with bouquets of carnations
Roses and posies and blood colored daisies
Mutilating my wrist going through phases
Nobody noticed that shit was amazing
Bitch I'm bipolar and borderline crazy
My father don't care, I swear that nigga hate me
Now look what the fuck you done done to your baby
I guess that I'm everything that nigga made me
I am what I am, what I am is a shame
The fact that I'm bearing this family name
Realizing my father and I are the same
See these apples you birthed they fall far from the tree
Now Chris rolled a blunt at the age of fifteen
And Kevin's a dick, a literal prick
I hope that you die you son of a bitch
I would give you the shirt off my back if you ask
When I got on that roof and I busted my ass
And the day that I quit you just pointed and laughed
Now you forty years old and you broke with no cash
I refuse to put limits on things that I have
But my life ain't defined by the things that I want
'Cause I wanted to kill you I ain't gonna front
But see then my nephews wouldn't have them a father
Consequences of my family drama
Fuck that, ain't no more lines being dedicated to these motherfuckers I hate
That refuse to acknowledge calamities caused that I'm dealing with everyday okayyy
Now a nigga 'bout to get technical I'm more mythical, spitting a pristine vow
I'm like Tyson my vices are killing me slowly
I'll burn all my bridges in this allegory
Disgusted by lack of compassion to man
The root of this evil is seated in wealth
Won't do for another what you do for self
I'm not writing no rhymes bitch I'm crying for help, AH!