R.I.P Christopher Wallace
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'ma piece of shit
Dwelling in my lonely shell
It don't make sense
Trying to find my holy grail
I'd rather smoke an L
Bone a skank and grab her poney-tail
God'll probably have me stop my foul behaviour
No more lounging, wasted
Faded in a cloud of vapor
Hanging with the crowd of angels
Purging in a perfect world
Fuck that shit
I wanna slurp gin and flirt with girls
All my life I've been considered as the worst
I'd feel my dick in church
Fingers under sisters' skirts
I live but in reverse, cursed
I'm an anomily
Mum probably wished
She'd practiced sodomy or swallowed me
She don't even love me
Like she did when I was small
She should have used the pillow way
Before I learnt to crawl
Someone tell my loved ones
I ain't even worth the brawl
I took my money out the bank
And fucking burnt it all
I wonder if I die will anybody cry
I don't wanna know
I wanna go that's bottom line
The stress is building up, I can't
Shit, I can't believe
Suicide's on my fucking mind
I cannot breathe
I swear to God it feels like
Death is trying to squeeze my throat
My demons keep on choking me
Shit I don't need a rope
I need some coke
I need a load of weed I can smoke
Needles with dope
'Til I'm deseased from a seizure or stroke
See, when they burn me
Line my ashes up and snort 'em
Don't act like you care
'Cause my ass is unimportant
And I'm sick of brothers lying
I'm sick of bitches squawking
Matter fact, pshhh
I'm sick of talking
When he died I was just like, "Woah"
I would never wish death on nobody, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause there ain't no comin' back from that
But at the same time, you know
You know I fell for his mums
Of course family and whatever, but you know
Things gotta move on
