yeah… fuck it all, jo’ fuckin’? bringi’ on! it’s a fucked up world with a fucked up place, everybody judges looks from a fucked up face, fucked up dreams with a fucked up life, a fucked up car with a fucked up life. fucked up bro and a fucked up cat, fucked up mom and a fucked up dad, we’re all fucked up, so whatcha gonna do? well fucked up me, and a fucked up you. you wanna fuck me like an animal!!!! you wanna fuck me from the inside!!! you wanna fuck with me to take control!?!? just remember everything you do, will not bring you closer to me…
ain’t jo’ like’a bitch? a fucked up bitch? a screwed and a fuckin’ and fucked up bitch? just let you know, you’re fuckin’ fucked up, before i say fuck, two more times, there’re 27 fucks in this fucked up rhyhem!
whew, woulda felt better if none of those fuckin’ hos in the streets fucked around with me, especially a fucked up cellphone with a slutty face on it, man. i wish i coulda’ chill back in the white country or the yellow one, with more slightly-less-slutty-hos bangin’ around.
man i wish i coulda be stronger… just like someone…
somedays i sit, staring out the window, watching the day past me by…
sometimes i think, there’s nothing to live for, i almost break down and cry…
sometimes i think i’m crazy, yeah crazy oh so crazy…
why am i here, am i just wastin’ my time!?
then i see… my baby, then somehow i’m not crazy,
it all made sense when i looked into her eyes…
sometimes it feels like the world’s on my shoulders, everyone’s leaning on me…
sometimes it feels like the world’s almost over, but then she comes back to me… heh…
felt like rapping shit lately. alot came up on my head. well it wasn’t the first time i was like this, sis said i’mma natural in rap, but need to hone some skills in there. yeah. hmm…
its world full of fuckin’ rhymes, a place full of fucking crimes,
everyone holds one out to you and you won’t wanna know whatcha wanna do.
you go out there, shooting your .45, and them pineapples in the sky,
fucking crimes, people fucked up at you, you won’t wanna let you do whatcha wanna do.
you can just let them all space out, let them all blow their own brains out.
people justify what they do, but never once did they say what they want from you,
they push you around like a pussy-truck, they fucked you in the ass and you must shut up.
rewinded version, opposite.
its a spacious world where only fuckers live in, no one has stopped dreamin’,
so many of ‘em that you can stop shooting them, heads rolls on the clock,
peoples dying on the docks, people eating pills drugs and weeds,
and people go around and call them sweets.
youngsters nowadays are just fucked up, showing attitude without their balls spread out.
they had those things tied in twos, and wassup homie? your balls are juiced!
ok i see one walking in the streets, he stared at me, spit on my feet,
i bet you think i would do this and that, the problem, is, not worth my act.
if i could do it, you know i would, because you know he juiced pussy juice then squirt things too.
i would’ve get it down on his arms, spread out his legs, a kick in the middle, and he’s gonna fiddle.
or rather, just get him up on my ass, and splat all the chocolate into his mouth so…
ok i thinks thats enough for today… just felt fucked up.
