Sick of it!
I gotta ask this cause I’m tired of all the whack,
Why do the tender hearted always end up busted up and jacked?
You make me sick to my stomach and illin’ in my brain,
Leavin’ a trail behind you like some Depends leakin’ stain.
You think you’re somethin’ when you ain’t but an old fool.
Pick up your lip cause you be slippin’ in your drool.
Why is a woman who has the looks and is so sweet,
Gets used up like some little kids basket of a Halloween treat?
Yeah, I’m angry and I’m fed up with the walkin’ dung heap,
Slippin’ and slidin’ around like he is somethin’ when he’s really so cheap.
Nah, I ain’t so nice, I call you like I see you.
You’re a blue pill poppin’ womanizin’ slut jack who just want’s a hole to do.
It’s been a while since my words have been like this so crazy.
When my friends get played, used, the fog rolls in and my patience gets lazy.
I wish at times I were the type to just stomp the punks in the ground.
Lucky for y’all I have control and my brain in that sense is sound.
For those of you with your salt water tans,
Along with your sycophant barely legal fans,
How’s it feel when you look in your mirror,
When the Devil is starin’ over your shoulder smilin’ cause you’re one second nearer?
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