So I ain’t wrote in here for awhile

While I been away I been writing on dirty napkins and paper scraps

Just rappin, with my boys having fueds and battles

Almost lost my job to an assault case and a drug overdose

Now I’m known for my infamy

Famous in my own mind when I write these words and spit an ill verse

I lost my wife over some dumb shit, but it’s alright

It’s my fault, but I don’t regret the shit that happen to us

It was just never meant to be in the first place

Lettin my heart race ‘cause this ryhme ain’t shit

Just the other day I spilt my anger on the paper like the sheets when I earned my red wings when I was eighteen

it went something like this just listen the beat’ll find you 

It flows like heroin in this addicts veins

I’m fucked

Addicted to pain not drugs stupid

I’m killing babies, metaphorically

I don’t mean children bitch I mean ladies

Tearing up your guts like a hanger from your homemade abortion clinic

‘Cause ain’t no bitch wanted to have my babies

So I’m in your bathroom with your face in the sink

Fucking you in the asshole

‘Cause I like the acoustics when I’m listening to Justin Timberlake

Pourin baby powder on this dick

Now your gunna need surgery to put that pink sock back in

I’m evil

So diabolical with these punch lines

I’m no scrapper

I’m a professional boxer so I can sit back and wait to hit ya…
BAM, POW Adam West I’m gunna smoke ya like a fat ass blunt and kill ya

Because when I murder you I’ll pull the steel out of my belt

Not a gun motherfucker a God damn butter knife and stab ya

So when I’m inches away and you hit the deck, screamin and fadin

You’ll say to yourself “Damn I can’t believe this shit ain’t butter”

‘Cause I’m fine like Fabio and day time soap operas

Ya I’m twisted like a criminal doing life in jail for fucking a christmas tree and killing Santa Claus with a fucking pine needle

I’m out like a pregnant bitches belly button, but I only know she’ll kill it.