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when i die, fuck it, i wanna go to hell
cause i'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin tell
it dont make sense goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies
dressed in white, i like black tims and black hoodies
god would probably have me on some real strict shit
no sleeping all day, no gettin my dick licked
hanging with the goodie-goodies, lounging in paradise
fuck that shit, i wanna tote guns and shoot dice
all my life i've been considered as the worst
lyin to my mother, even stealing out her purse
crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
i know my momma wished she got a fuckin abortion
she dont even love me like she did when i was younger
suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger
i wonder if i died, would tears come to her eyes
forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
my babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's two.
who's to blame for both of them? "nah nigga, not you"
i swear to god i just want to slit my writsts and end this bullshit
throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
and squeeze until the bed's completely red
i'm glad i'm dead
a worthless fuckin buddha head
the stress is building up i cant,
i cant believe suicide's on my fuckin mind
i wanna leave, i swear to god i feel like death is fuckin calling me
nah, you wouldnt understand.
you see it's kinda like the crack did to pookie, in new jack
except when i cross over, there aint no coming back
should i die on the train track, like remo in beatstreet
people at the funeral, frontin like they miss me
my baby momma kissed me, but she glad i'm gone
she knew me and her sister had something going on
i reached my peak
i cant speak
call my nigga chic
tell him that my will is weak
i'm sick of niggas lyin, i'm sick of bitches hawkin
matter of fact, i'm sick of talkin.