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Ill hunger, I’m still hung up
I still love her
To think of the fun of my thrills
To go kill something
Still hunting
I feel this ordeal is just real pungent
Pill popping, i conceal problems
It reveals nothing
Real rushes appeal to my feelings
I still function
Far from ideal
With these spiels pumping
I Appear drunken
I pierce my fears with a fierce friction

What do we have here
It’s been a bad year
Collapse or contract all the brash fear
Or be pu**y as Pap smears
Would it, should it make any change
Shook up, I should’ve attained
A better hook on everything
Ive betted looks are everything
But that ain’t looking better
Think I better cook up better things
Or try to focus on the cheddar
Know that I can never let go
Look at all the pressure
That I betted would erode
All of the pleasure unfolds
While the weather turns cold
Thinking way past
I may take a day stat
To erase the hate latched
While you paper chase, stacks
Will invade the space
Packed with a shade of shame
Face the facts
Till i fade to black
Burn this paperback

I know, I know
This can’t go on forever
I hold my soul
In the morbid weather
I know that it’s cold
But hope it will get better
Because hopes
The only thing that’s keeping me together

Ready or not
B*t*h, I’m ready to pop
I got the devil in me playing heavy metal
Off top
Several levels unlocked
Still confess that I walk
With rebels dressed like a jock
All I need is one shot
Like Lethal weapon
I settle with threats like veteran cops
Ready, set, steady
Motherf**ker Let’s go
Already sick of these petty, irreverent hoes
Still a degenerate
But I’m better than most
Unsettling, I’m meddling with checks
While i coast
On the prospect that profit
Unhinges my jaws quick
I just need the glory and a goth b*t*h
Just need my story on topic
Just these immortal lines dropped with
The beat, I’m a freak till I’m probably deceased
The object of my deep affection recedes
The prospects I speak of eject when I dream
With the dread down the street
Tick, tick
Steady with the sick sh*t
Misfit, better get my d**k licked
By a b*t*h, I already know from districts
Nip slip, send that b*t*h my way
Slick drift, speeding on the highway
See these motherf**kers sideways
Annihilate
And I’ll lay
A verse or two like a tidal wave
Wide awake
Every night in my hideaway

I know, I know
This can’t go on forever
I hold my soul
In the morbid weather
I know that it’s cold
But hope it will get better
Because hopes
The only thing that’s keeping me together

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