32 bars

my heart was in right place my head just made the wrong moves/

Was this all caused by bong abuse and fucking strong substitutes because If so I'll stop the long misuse/

Charlie sheen and drugging Armstrong approve while he's shoving cars wrong and yelling abuse at dwelling prostitutes/

They say he can't go a verse without talking about V-A-L-I-U- hahahaha nah but yea but nah FUCK-ME-HEY-WELL-I-TRIED-DUDE/

Feels like I'm going psychotic again while letting out my hate with a toxic pen fuck only four bars and his logic contends with ambien/

I still haven't said it but we will list some other shit like butter covered spliffs smothered in bliss for my ruptured disks because I carry the worlds weight/

Do I deserve fate or should I observe and demonstrate a way too reserve an even date with scissors mate and hit my main arteries and major nerves great/

While Mathers is chased by perths greats and now police with tazors, worst mistake I felt like I was back in third grade sprinting against Usain bolt and coming first place/

They say spit these bars there not that bad I said I would if I rehearsed mate/

It's Valentine's Day and I made her reimbursed the already paid date and now I ain't getting laid great so I sprayed hate with a delayed money debate/

That simply said you made me hallucinate as the blade demonstrates a way too slay and assassinate/

My fucking character and personality, it's destroying my esteem while deploying an annoying sigh because now he feens/

These useless obsessions are going too be the death of me/

As I attempt too Squeeze the nooses confessions breathlessly/

kick the fucking chair and I feel freed from abusive questions definitely/

leave nuisance I'm stressing endlessly, is what would be going on in that fucking amazing mind/

Sometimes I ask myself did I make an impact loving you while wasting time/

Or Should I change the subject and move on because I just reinact suffering for failing mankind/

Switching up the rhyme scheme and flow as I attempt too define dreams slow because nines sheen glows/

You could call this mortal basketcombatball because I'm throwing spines from the free throw line/

My memory shows time but fucks with pen and pad and it seems too Lyrically flow fine/

What's your definition of soulfood because too me music has Spiritually grown mine/

Her eyes are glimmering in the darkness within he thinks she might be a target of depression/

He feels like no one understands as his parted expressions just becomes a disregarded question/

i suppose there the best hearted lessons but it's never followed by stress departed blessings/

Then my damned progress discarded perceptions have become crammed complex retarded perfections/

if only he could sober up harness addiction and forget his heartless upbringing/

You may think it's harmless reminiscing but his Father left when he was younger so now it feels like it's a harder quest too departure stress/

Everything I touch I fuck like I have dick fingers so I guess you could say I'm disaster blessed, as laughters digested through gods lungs/

Im forced too attempt too solve and master desperate issues with cocked guns/

But it's a fucking disaster infested excuse interlocked with puns/

So I think too myself do I wanna die alone or faster infected bruised shocked and stunned/