Voices in the head (My part)
This is what I got... Changes are comin'... Nova Kain is gonna spit on this as well... And I gotta re record some of my shit cause it sounds bad...
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Lyrics
Hello, peeps, allow me to introduce myself. My name is spunky, I'm about to go shoot myself.
If ya wanna know what's up you better be all ears. And I'll tell you all about what I been through these years.
Now why would I wanna jump to the choice of bein' dead? Well, it might have something to do with the voices in my head.
Now with that said, I'll tell you bout my wack head and why I'm smacked red by myself and soilin' all of my bedspreads.
First off, let's start this with the guy who's a fuckin claustrophobic. He jumpin' screamin' crasy like tourettes doin' aerobics.
I been trynta calm him down, but all I get is screams and shouts, man, he's been up in there since day one and still tryna get out.
I got no friends, jobless and I never go to bed -Yo, don't you worry about me cause I got voices in the head-
I'm never havin' conversations cause my mind is dead -Yo, don't you worry about me cause I got voices in the head-
I'm ugly, stupid and never gonna get wed -Yo, don't you worry about me cause I got voices in the head-
I'm on the edge of fillin' my fuckin' dome up with lead -Seriously dude, cause I got voices in the head-
And then this one guy sick with issues and quick to diss you make ya get ya tissues creatin' bitch moods and somehow makes me piss blue.
Keep tellin' me I can walk through walls, "Come on, man, chill, it don't hurt at all. Jump out the window take a nap on the freeway don't use condoms rape asses and be gay listen to me, go out and play, you invincible, It's all gonna be okay"
Make me blaze the bongs makes me chasin' thongs in amazing throngs, fuck women with footlongs made me make this crasy song and purchasing every porn movie with Chasey on eating four week old pastry buns even if the taste is wrong
And this other dude claimin' he's a smart psychiatrist. keeps askin' me questions bout sex and why I'm pissed.
Sits there for fifty minutes and nods and hollars, then he says "The sessions over, you owe me 200 dollars"
And last but not least I got this fifty wannabe. Rockin' them G-unit reeboks lookin' like a total geek.
And then we got this hater click sayin' dude's a fuckin' freak. So they jump the guy and shoots him every tuesday of the week.
That just about sums it up, I'm dumb as fuck dad shoulda strung me up but he didn't so I'll rap untill my lung is shot and tongue is cut.
