Paint the Room Red

I could tell the truth but I just keep it to myself Sitting in a room painted with blood of someone else Gotta be realistic with myself so I don't hurt somebody else When I hurt somebody else, I start to feel my body melt Ooo, yeah Ooo Ooo, yeah Ooo Fuckin' that bitch, ain't got no time to relax Get the fuck down, put my hand on your back Sippin orange soda like I'm Keenan and Kel Gass in the blunt just to lay down the track I fucked that bitch but the pussy was wack Middle school i was trading like i would barter Grew up a bit now im bumping lil carter Grew up a bit now my music got harder woah Hit that, chit-chat, get back, click-clack, boom I don't need no bitches, they assume I got rid of ego, it consumes I could tell the truth but I just keep it to myself Sitting in a room painted with blood of someone else Gotta be realistic with myself so I don't hurt somebody else When I hurt somebody else, I start to feel my body melt Ooo, yeah Ooo Ooo, yeah Ooo Well i guess you'll just have to be prepared to die And you'll probably take with you your spouse and one or more of your children