This is a song about "Pieces of my heart"

My heart must of been opted to perform only pure hate,

And i could see you coming home after work late

And put the pieces back together my way

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

You broke my heart in a million pieces.

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

You might be my next target of my crazy diseases of wicked heart freezing,

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back