im sick of lookin at myself,every corner i turn i see myself,a demon stuck in a mirror like bloody mary,call me the white dirty harry,so i broke all the mirror's in my house so i could destroy myself,shit didnt work so i called the brothers from the show supernatural 4 help,on destroyin myself//

adrenaline rush,fuck i perform personal acupuncture for the rush,the type 2 stop smokin 4 6 weeks and start again for the head rush,im crazy enough 2 say shit otha rappers prefer 2 keep on hush,im always lookin for that wrong button 2 push//

the type 2 contravene,my own veins,into my brain,2 give myself a migraine,brain composed of insane chemical membranes,wit a flow that blow ya mind like kurt kobane,
take soap n shave it finely sell it 2 a crack whore 4 brains,
cuz you know how them fiends b fiendin dat cane,but me i prefer puttin my head in the oven and bakin my brain//

i slice my wrist,cut my throat,punch bricks wit my fist,stick
a vacum hose in my lungs and suck the air out my chest til
choke,this aint no joke,i take away all hope,of ya girl bein safe in the shower when she bend over for dropped soap!//

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