Twisted Thoughts

No one fucking knows me
And I keep it that way on purpose bitch
I might say something you'd hold me
Accountable for, what you counting me for
I ain't one of your statistics
Of born sad kids on a hit list
If death got his way he would've taken me
But im still fucking here so what you make of me
Its what I make of myself
Fuck what you think you don't truly love yourself
Walk around blood on the side walk
From my fucking slit wrist no bandage
And my niggas is dogs on the catwalk mm
Shoot you in your shit now you can't walk mm
Punch a bitch in the ribs wave hello to the kids
Unborn child im mxre with a smile
Welcome to the freak show
Its about 5, 6 hundred people
Yuh yuh yuh yuh

Drowning underwater i'm watching you scream
Calmly look over like i'm trapped in a dream
What you expect me to care?
I'd rather watch you while you gasping for air
Imagine how much fun I could have in a room
Saran wrap wrapped you just entered your tomb
Slice you up with scissors while im sipping on a blizzard
I aint doing magic I just flow in like a wizard
What you expect me to do
Come out here rapping like the rest of you fools huh
Not a chance in hell
Knocking at the door but afraid to ring the bell yuh aye
Cuz satan isn't playing
Wanna fuck the game and your soul is what your paying mm aye

I see you at night and you walking slow
Must not be afraid to be walking alone
Tight shit on so you dressed like a hoe
Provoking me woah I just gotta say hello
Creep up cold like summer when it snows
Whats your number baby cuz im dying just to know
Foaming at the mouth thinking this is working out
Ima get the digits and then maybe take her out
Pulls out a gun and she aims for my head
Excited at the thought that ill finally be dead
I know she's afraid cuz im black and its late
I go for my blade and with a bang its too late