Banned: Compromised Account
From: Crown Heights, Crooklyn,11203 |
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Suicidal Thoughts (audible ft. King of Thievez)
IP:
audible:
My babies gone now…gone forever//
Ill never have her…to love and treasure//
To share the good times…and the bad times//
Im writin sick Rhymes…mixed with sad lines//
Theres nothing I can do to change it…its just the way she feels//
Ill have to make it easy and end it…or find a way to deal//
But you know im lazy shit…and my lif seems twisted and kinda end-less//
Fuck it ill pay my dues to god then imma grab my strap and try’n end-this//
Cause I really have nothing to live for//
Well brian but ill talk to him in heaven…over and out main man 10-4//
Damn I wish bin laden would have blown my ass up with him//
I can just hear danI now.. "I never really loved him…but imma miss-him"
That’s all no more attention…no more emotional tension//
You see what I mean? this bitch was so evil to me//
But I love her with all my heart and I DON’T CHANGE SO QUICKLY//
This girl was so quick to wiggle free its kinda sickening//
But life is about happiness and im not happy so whats the point of being here?//
What to see and hear? All her bull shit that leaves me with ringing ears//
I already talked to god and he has my place in heaven when I want to come//
Shit how about now…hurry up slut I want my gun//
King of Thievez...
if you ain't livin' to the fullest...what's the point-of-ya-life??????
I feel like puttin' all the bullshit in my heart under the point-of-a-knife//
daily appointments-with-strife...not like I've never felt-it-before//
but Forest Gump was right...my life'z like a box of chocolates...
as you drop-it... and it slowly starts to melt-on-the-floor//
I can't speak of the emotionz I feel...I believe that's what a felt-tip-is-for//
all that remainz of me is now a skeletal-corpse//
when I speak it's like you can't help-but-ignore//
neverthemore... I've endeavered beyond the deepness of ya heart that most will never-explore...
now gimme-the-gun...I'll fight to the death cause it was never in-me-to-run//
send-me-to-nuns I'll give you the gun-back if I can hear the gun-clap and you can end-me-here-son...
look in my bedroom and you can see my will-on-the-shelf//
now shoot me now nigga...or I'ma puller the trigga and be killin'-myself...
I think this was all off the dome...I know my verse was at least and I'm pretty sure audible'z was too...
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