Normally these are the things that start a piece, they'll be the first line, somewhere in the piece, a theme, or just something I'll start ripping from. Today, they fell out of my head like a fucking cut vein and don't need any elaboration. They're just... Lines. Welcome to the inner workings of my mind. If you thought I was fucked up before, well, here's a look inside my head... Enjoy.
I’m sick of mother fuckers looking at me, staring at me, thinking they’re better than me or maybe they’re just afraid of me... either way I’ve had it up to here, so let’s make one thing clear, you don’t like what you see, keep your eyes shut and it will all disappear.
You kick a Doberman, it might yelp but then turn around and your name will be foaming from its mouth. So watch who you fuck with, and if you wanna fuck with me, you better come prepared; because rubber bullets just bounce off of me like a plastic playhouse and you got shells full of rock salt? Ha, that’ll just empower me. So you better come strapped with powder and lead because without a kill shot, you’re the one that’s gonna end up dead.
I almost went after a bitch not wearing a mask, not wanting to catch a case held me back. Is that fucked up of me, or is that just my reality? That I’m just fucking angry and can’t handle mother fuckers and their stupidity?
Some people want to shatter my dreams, treat them like they’re a piss stream. Well, I got a bottle full of cleaner and a don’t give a fuck demeanor, so talk all the shit you want, because in the end you’ll be the one looking up at me on the top.
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