Deadshot

So it looks like I’m back to rap again
Back to defile another trend
And cap a friend cus a friend to me is “for random information” then it “ends”
Never really did click with them
Sandler give me your remote
Stole his batteries then slit his throat
With no remorse, the rapper y’all been waiting on son
Won’t Otto my tongue, that’s biting it
Every bar I write there’s fight in it
I did “Juice”, the noose I tightened it
But lately my heads getting so big it mightn’t fit
Cus I trust myself and nobody else
I’ve been and back to hell
Turned shit around
Now I’m truly homeward bound
The anger that had me originally inthralled is back like a fucking booty call
Rid of the filter I’d installed
Now I just don’t give a fuck
A 5ft rope, tell me that’s not enough
To make your face turn purple like a fucking Carmichael truck
Want pardoned from me then you’re damn out of luck
If that’s hard to swallow, here’s a soft dick to suck

Dig up dirt, you’ll find me
Put in the tape, rewind me
So that you can hear the tale, behind me
Why Suicide Squad’s gotta keep an eye on me
Deadshot with a red target on my forehead
Ready to blow my brains like grains of bread
Emotionally starving myself, at least the birds are fed
Man I think I need a therapist to shrink, my problems
That I just can’t help wallowing in
My pain I’m swallowing
The burden grows more everyday like a tumor
And I’m slowly losing myself n there’s a loss of humour
Smoking more herb than Harold n Kumar
A dark shadow closes over me
Feeling alienated, like 10 Cloverfield
Recluse again, stay clear of people
That’s my human shield
Or should I yield? Like…

Go for it Deadshot, hit the headshot
Go for it Deadshot, make my skull pop
Go for it Deadshot, shoot the robot
Go for it Deadshot, hit the headshot