Death Is More Satisfying
Checkboarded pants, a tee, I caught my eye on
Bars that'd be sharper than a shank
My cries for help, the antagonist, she's won
Attempting for psychological escapism, mind draws a blank
Take 24 hours, times it by six
Add twenty four more hours
Second stanza, first line, that's my Sucker Punch fix
A whole 'other day? Moving with the pounders
Mother-son bonding, that's The Brady Bunch
Jerry Springer! That's my TiVo
A white boy punker wanna be kid, that's ma hunch
A ghetto Puerto Rican, haha, not J-Lo
I'm getting run over like a raccoon, guts spillin'
I waddle but the blood gurgles in my mouth
Arm ripped open, gashes of green are fillin'
Intestines and broken tissues waddle out
Oh, but did I say jail? O.J. Simpson
Sorry, I didn't kill a bitch
No visitors? Solitary confinement
Hook me up with Lil' Wayne, call this a hit
Sixth stanza, no chorus
My feelings are a wishing well
A chance to speak, get shoved in the open
A chance to get up, look it, I fell
So why am I here? WHAT DID I DO?
GIVE ME THE KEY
I forgot to text YOU?
Now I bow down on your KNEES?!?
DON'T EVEN TEST ME, I'M GETTIN' MENTAL
Psychatric ward, I'll send you a postcard
What? Whom? Pulled a Demi Lovato. Ha. Mental.
Is there anything there? Discard.
There's kids knockin' boots, smokin' crack
Sometimes simultaneously, and what did I do?
This white adolescent world, it's gone wack
A last resort text, GET A CLUE
But does it matter? NO!
You'll laugh at my blood spilling to the floor
I gag on my own blood, OWNED
2nd step, wilma, gossip about me some more
I reach my hand, gravitating towards the light
Contacts well up, pop out of the sockets
I CAN'T EVEN START A FIGHT!
Solitary confinement? again? STOP IT!
Twelfth stanza, no chorus
I spent all my words
Anger, still' stormin'
The point of no return
Dad is home, a long prison talk
Mind's in the gutter, Chris Crocker
Logic's gone for a walk
It's a crossroads! Britney! Name-dropper
Death is more satisfying
But I choose the opposition
Now the song is ending
Because now it's time to listen
Bars that'd be sharper than a shank
My cries for help, the antagonist, she's won
Attempting for psychological escapism, mind draws a blank
Take 24 hours, times it by six
Add twenty four more hours
Second stanza, first line, that's my Sucker Punch fix
A whole 'other day? Moving with the pounders
Mother-son bonding, that's The Brady Bunch
Jerry Springer! That's my TiVo
A white boy punker wanna be kid, that's ma hunch
A ghetto Puerto Rican, haha, not J-Lo
I'm getting run over like a raccoon, guts spillin'
I waddle but the blood gurgles in my mouth
Arm ripped open, gashes of green are fillin'
Intestines and broken tissues waddle out
Oh, but did I say jail? O.J. Simpson
Sorry, I didn't kill a bitch
No visitors? Solitary confinement
Hook me up with Lil' Wayne, call this a hit
Sixth stanza, no chorus
My feelings are a wishing well
A chance to speak, get shoved in the open
A chance to get up, look it, I fell
So why am I here? WHAT DID I DO?
GIVE ME THE KEY
I forgot to text YOU?
Now I bow down on your KNEES?!?
DON'T EVEN TEST ME, I'M GETTIN' MENTAL
Psychatric ward, I'll send you a postcard
What? Whom? Pulled a Demi Lovato. Ha. Mental.
Is there anything there? Discard.
There's kids knockin' boots, smokin' crack
Sometimes simultaneously, and what did I do?
This white adolescent world, it's gone wack
A last resort text, GET A CLUE
But does it matter? NO!
You'll laugh at my blood spilling to the floor
I gag on my own blood, OWNED
2nd step, wilma, gossip about me some more
I reach my hand, gravitating towards the light
Contacts well up, pop out of the sockets
I CAN'T EVEN START A FIGHT!
Solitary confinement? again? STOP IT!
Twelfth stanza, no chorus
I spent all my words
Anger, still' stormin'
The point of no return
Dad is home, a long prison talk
Mind's in the gutter, Chris Crocker
Logic's gone for a walk
It's a crossroads! Britney! Name-dropper
Death is more satisfying
But I choose the opposition
Now the song is ending
Because now it's time to listen