Feeling like getting pissy drunk. Feelings chopped and sat on like a tree stump. Swallow the poison in need of me getting my stomach pumped. "You fucking asshole!" Yeah I know I get that shit a lot. I wanna die inside in a box full of rocks with a pair of ones on and some damn high socks.. "Gee where's your hightop?" Sitting in that dry spot where your moms lips crusted and I jumped off of a damn icebox.. "Was your heart in there?" No but Omarion tried to jock and then I left his ass sitting dead in a confession box. Truth is I'm infacuated with death. And. I love the smell of suicide so of I die of death..tell my momma in love and that daddy didn't know me best.. And I promise my middle finger will handle the rest.
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