Replied to:

The UnderRated
Crooked Comical
BuzzKill


Verse 1: Who looks through these eyes every morning? I sigh when I look at my outta reach sky/ It's like lying to myself when I'm denying my right to survive/ But I can't survive when people pick on me all the time, throw food at me in the lunch line, I ain't in the mood to punch this bully of mine/ In art class this chump dumped glue on my chair, and I didn't have the guts to shoot this finger in the air, so people stared and laughed and fell off their chairs/ and I carried a torch for this boy who wacked me fair share/ So what do you do when the guns pointed at you and they shoot whenever they want to?/ You could rebel, tell people you're Satan in hell, hating the waiting for when you kill yourself/ or do what I did/ become a rapper who snaps at people through her verses and chapters/ and the laughter starts to die down when you prove you've got skills downtown Chorus: So the next time a prick or bitch tries to wreck your game, slain thier name with our tongue teaser game/ and make them pay for all the shit they say/ you can always count on hip hop (REPEAT) Verse 2: My throat is all clogged up and I'm coughing up shit/ My spit has a temperature bubbling in the toilet/ and my bedspreads a fuckn' mess from sweat, dreamt I was on the edge/ almost jumped but instead took out a pistol, got shot in the head/ Can't go to school today because dreams can become a reality/ bounce on me, my parents can't do shit to these alien beings 'cause they don't see what I see/ I'm not asking you to hold my fuckn' hand in the goddamn hallway/ but when they offer you a piece 'o cake would you mind turning it the fuck away?/ I don't mean to ask for pity but this fuckn' town is not doin' it for me/ fuckn' gotta get outta here, pout and tear until my infections clear/ gimme a shot up here, down there, and over here/ it fuckn' hurts, but it makes the emotions disappear Chorus 2X Verse 3: Gonna do my good deeds for the right to breath, a world gone mad with a sad fairytale ending/ third anti-christ is still pending, wondering who they will be sending/ guessing it's the man in the chickenshit hole (guessing?)/ Okay, so lets pray, maybe God will take the evil away, if he doesn't? flash him the secret wave (finger!)/ See the thing is, God's just like the board, when a teacher goes and asks for fuckn' fieldtrip forms/ I'll turn on Spike tv and watch Cheers breath, wishn' there was a bar where I could fall on my knees, a scotch please?/ Drown myself in the sauce, while I toss ideas onto crumpled paper, throwm' off a loft/ Just remember, there's a place where everybody knows Neptune/ a doomed rapper wiht her 313 crew, never to be discovered soon Chorus X2