Boomy!

Tell me I'm nothing alive
Fuck it
I'm ready to die
Time?
Twenty-one
Body a hundred and five
Bitch I'm
Tired
Rest is all I desire
I'm sick of the dealing with priors
I'm pulling my teeth with the pliers
I'm sick of the real
Sick of the mill
Sick of my bills
Sick of my bitch
Sick of my build
Sick of my dick
Fuck what I feel
"Forty my hip"
Fuck all that shit
I'm sick of this feeling
They say I'm a villain
But where in the fuck are my lemons bitch?
I'm 'bout to kick it like Mitch
I'm 'bout to kick it like Mac on the fifth
Maybe the sixth, shit
My god, I know that I'm sick
Shit
I'm feeling inferior
The dick is still killing her though
Tell me why I might die here a liar
Listen, irrelevant
Yes I'm no better than rest of the sex
So just fuck it
I'm celibate
You are my favorite crisis
Playing with bottles and knives, bitch
Fuck niggas up if they come for your love
I will blow this shit up like I'm ISIS
Death, my one true companion
I craving your presence
I need your advances
I'm nothing but rancid and out of time
Never mind

Fuck what I love
Fuck my mind
Fuck my blood
Right?
Damn it all to hell
That shit tough
Now I'm done
All you pussy ass niggas fucking suck
You sound the same
I hope the lynch mob pull up with a chain
Let 'em hang like Hussein
I can't feel my brain
That shit been gone a long time
Now I'm Mary Jane
And when that chain hit my chest
Yes I feel like a slave
Every day
Ain't no change
Thanks Obama, that's great
Damn, I'm so fucking irate
Now I'm just fucking to sate
All of my appetites
Latent, raped
So I just abdicate
Relationships drive me blank
So fuck it then, I'm a whore
Yes I'm a bottom bitch
Take a hit
Hope I'm adored
Oh yes, I hope you'll afford me
Just this moment of yours
O' Lord!
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored
I'm bored