Untitled Song

While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy

I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete

Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready

To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?

I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting

Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the buginning

He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending

He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the

Motherfucking wall with three thousand volts of electrucity

Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers in each

One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see

That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me

I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit

Fuck letting up, you're gonna end up rugretting you ever betted against me

Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again

I'm thinking about just saying

"Mother fuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!"

'Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go

I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows

I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped

And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh I guess it's bubble wrap

This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis

Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?

Feels like I'm going psycho again

And I might just blow my lid

Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid

'Cause I'm running in circles with