Avoid these prima Donna’s
Like the floor is lava
There’s layers to my trauma like baklava
Thoughts covering my head
Like a balaclava
All I know for certain is I’m doing what I wanna
Here to massacre the day
People masquerade
Mass charade
The thought of vengeance
Makes me wanna masterbate
PAIN KILLERS DONT WORK
WITH THIS KIND OF PAIN
CAT WALK
CAT WALK TO MY ****IN GRAVE
**** you motha****a
I will shoot you in the ****ing face
Seeing Crimson
Burgundy
Basking in mortality
bathing in this agony
My head is a cacophony
Avoid these prima Donna’s
Like the floor is lava
There’s layers to my trauma like baklava
Thoughts covering my head
Like a balaclava
All I know for certain is I’m doing what I wanna
Self destruction
tryna Serenade me
Serotonin is depleted
it’s a pity
Product of serendipity
without serenity
SHE SAID SHE WANTED TO **** ME
I TOLD HER
LIFE LAPPED HER ALREADY
Used to take lines
Now I read between em
Taking risks like Kenievel
Too many conniving
evil People