CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Im (not) sorry for being apathetic
On June 4th the devil gave birth to a b*t*h
Who could only ever see negative things in her midst
Like a sister to karma with a wrist full of slits
Had no love in heart and disregarded her kids
And she had her father stripped before she was six
So from then on happiness didn't exist
Add that on top of liquor and prescriptions she mixed
What's it like to a live and know when you die you'll be missed?
It's often wondered if she knows that she wouldn't be if she did
What kinda sick twisted b*t*h puts her cigs out on skin?
And wraps a belt around the neck of her four year old kid
I hear these days you're religious let me hear you repent
Actually I'd rather hear you died in a ditch
Resurrected just to walk down the street and then die again
And I used to think of ways someone could kill you at ten
I missed two weeks of school n everyone thought I skipped
And I let that be the story I spilled from my grin
But honestly, hostility in me had been filled to the brim
You threw me in a f**kin' mental ward and just locked me in
You wanted government money and you wanted my scrips
I learned nothins worse than a broke coke addict
And how the f**k can you grow old and still be at it
b*t*h you're on crack you're not insomniatic
I hope you get rib kicked as you kick yo habits
These days I keep a Glock 40 tucked inside my mattress
And lock all 46 doors inside my mansion
You always said that I be nothing well now I'm gigantic
My favorite rappers bought they hood, I got my sights on planets
Who could only ever see negative things in her midst
Like a sister to karma with a wrist full of slits
Had no love in heart and disregarded her kids
And she had her father stripped before she was six
So from then on happiness didn't exist
Add that on top of liquor and prescriptions she mixed
What's it like to a live and know when you die you'll be missed?
It's often wondered if she knows that she wouldn't be if she did
What kinda sick twisted b*t*h puts her cigs out on skin?
And wraps a belt around the neck of her four year old kid
I hear these days you're religious let me hear you repent
Actually I'd rather hear you died in a ditch
Resurrected just to walk down the street and then die again
And I used to think of ways someone could kill you at ten
I missed two weeks of school n everyone thought I skipped
And I let that be the story I spilled from my grin
But honestly, hostility in me had been filled to the brim
You threw me in a f**kin' mental ward and just locked me in
You wanted government money and you wanted my scrips
I learned nothins worse than a broke coke addict
And how the f**k can you grow old and still be at it
b*t*h you're on crack you're not insomniatic
I hope you get rib kicked as you kick yo habits
These days I keep a Glock 40 tucked inside my mattress
And lock all 46 doors inside my mansion
You always said that I be nothing well now I'm gigantic
My favorite rappers bought they hood, I got my sights on planets
