[Plier]
Sittin' at the crib,
with my boy next to me,
no drink, no weed, thinkin' "aye"(A),
What's next to "be"(B),
reflect on the last few years,
but there's nothing that i "see"(C),
ain't nothing been the same,
I FIT loose JEANS, so i guess i have the
family GENES, cause i started to GAIN,
but i still dont get,
no pussy, ass, or brain,
might as well take a shot to the head,
Kurt Cobain,
but no, what for, i got so much to live for,
got my SEED GROWING UP, no JACK & THE BEANSTOCK,
she is not alone, she is who i need to provide for,
her well-being, heaven or hell-believing,
i need to make sure i don't ever leave this ground floor,
keep moving forward,
cause now i'm doing better than before,
like racism or poverty, but that's a different category,
it's a never ending war,
i can stick to a 9 to 5, or,
i can push the limits till the day this rap sh*t gives me more,
go ahead and laugh as you listen,
but if you start dissin', ill be driven to kill all liven,
come back like boomerang and get rid of your children,
out of respect ill do it in your kitchen,
with protection, ill wear a mitten,
ill be lying to myself if im just kiddin',
cause after this killin',
your going to hate the gift that i was given,
this verse that im spittin', is well written, ironic,
cause im a man with no vision,
isn't that one in a million,
read the words cause there's more than one message hidden.

[TheDateRaper]
This b*tch calling me a user,
so i use her,
abuse her,
ima lose her, call me,
a loser,
she's calling me her nightmare,
i guess im Freddy Krueger,
with a ruger,
hittin' the hooka,
somehow the ruger,
changed into a bazooka,
no need for a pistol,
when im shooting a missile,
your gonna hear a whistle,
but it's not a dismissal,

Now im back at the liquor,
looking for liquor,
thoughts became sicker,
throwing dead bodies in the river,
opening bodies looking for a new liver,

The krush wave,
krushing all the brave,
blood is what i crave,
made Bruno Mars catcha grenade,
showing these f*ckers im not afraid,
the kid that god cannot save,
starring at the devil in the face,
but now the mist is clearer,
i was looking at myself in the mirror,

Whats the meaning of life,
is the question,
poppin' anti-depressants,
so now its apparent,
im giving kids bombs as presents,
teaching yall peasants,
a lesson,
with these spoons that i'm bendin',
i'm killing a reverend,
i'm not going to heaven,
i'm a vandal and a felon,

Your life just ran outta luck,
i't won't be coffee when
i'm giving your favorite star bucks (starbucks)
chillin' outside
with rambos knife
ringin' your doorbell
death has arrived as i
slice your wife
as my blood shot eyes
cry, wondering when
will i die,
if all the good go young
why fuck am i alive?!...