Open Casket

Haunted urge to disperse from this cursed Family
Believe in god? not when a abusive father n peverted uncle is all he granted me
Pack clothes franticly,they wont notice i dipped out
Grip Doubts,should i leave? or stay in this twisted shit house
im fixed now,decided to be the latest arrival for the streets
im goin deep to escape this insecurity that weakens me
in need of quick money so i'll flaunt tight clothes
dreams of being a celebrity
but on this corner is as far as the spot light goes
Couple Nights spent alone,no Customers, am i not good enough?
Spoke too soon car pulls up, 4 niggas deep so i know wassup.
Slide in the back seat, introduce myself as Passion
before shit happens, i blacked out close to passed out n feel hands grabbin
eyes punched shut, swollen as fuck,while each takes turn hittin it raw
im feelin it all, tried to scream,made a peep, these niggas shifted my jaw
Disgusted figure my face has formed from gods creation of man
Cum Glistening off my hand, "is she dead? yea i think so damn."
my body lie in this isolated Spot for days and weeks
Missing ads on the street,display of my face in magazines
The Bruised bloody corpse that was mine in the past
Discovered with maggots feastin, bumps n holes on my back
I want them to see what they've done to something that was once beautiful
so when cops trace blood stains, make sure they get an invitation to the funeral
Dont change my clothes, Dont fix my hair or face
let my corpse remain smelly, rotted swollen with maggots eating away
allow them to see, what they thought was fun ended up Tragic
you hopeless faggots
The stinch of my flesh will Cease ya eating habbits
So when you see my face black blue, cracked bruised
half way aten thru by hungry maggots
dont wonder why i wanted this to be open casket.