I know I suck but its w.e im just having some fun
Ima rap about these valiums , oh hell , i fuckin love em,
Just sit back , and watch me chug em and chug em ill even hug em ,
Cuz the lil bastards will try , and try to find inside me , the love , which is lost , and by , which binds me ,
and it gives me , the need , to be high and fly and watch out ,
cuz here comes the sky , (beat switch) crashin down on me , but just a metaphor ,
for this door i walked out of on this little whore , who said twice she not , loved me , more than once , im a dunce , for believing her and her little runts she calls kids ,
Its attack of the devil man , a pain inside , by which everything in my life , becomes a lie ,
The drugs i am on , im nothin but a pawn , to this game of life and i will drop the bomb ,
But a lil bit a help , my cry my yelp , all i need is to be helped and no one helps ,
so i go down to my basement , and find my weed , my good ol shit , puts me on my feet ,
and then i lose all my cares , for this world we live , i cannot describe the pain , only hope for a kid , whos lost like me , and talks like me , cept im hoping that he turns out to be , the greatest mother fucker , the world has seen , someone so much better than bitch ass me ,
then i sit back , and i watch , and i laugh , my ass off ,
then i come to my senses , that all is not lost ,
cuz i was right bout this kid , look at him now, look at him wow , hes a fuckin millionare , how oh how , (beat change)
so , i get up , and i look , how the fuck , was i took , by these drugs , in my book , like a crook , on a nook , im ashamed , of this day , that is laid , out to me , look at me , fuck it man , look at him , look at slim , im a wreck , im a mess , im a worn out dress , that needs to be fixed , so i get , off my ass , one more time , for this rhyme , and put it , in a record , and sell it like dime---bags , no longer in rags , filled with money , something to brag---about . . .
guess thats why they call it rags to riches mother fucker
Ima rap about these valiums , oh hell , i fuckin love em,
Just sit back , and watch me chug em and chug em ill even hug em ,
Cuz the lil bastards will try , and try to find inside me , the love , which is lost , and by , which binds me ,
and it gives me , the need , to be high and fly and watch out ,
cuz here comes the sky , (beat switch) crashin down on me , but just a metaphor ,
for this door i walked out of on this little whore , who said twice she not , loved me , more than once , im a dunce , for believing her and her little runts she calls kids ,
Its attack of the devil man , a pain inside , by which everything in my life , becomes a lie ,
The drugs i am on , im nothin but a pawn , to this game of life and i will drop the bomb ,
But a lil bit a help , my cry my yelp , all i need is to be helped and no one helps ,
so i go down to my basement , and find my weed , my good ol shit , puts me on my feet ,
and then i lose all my cares , for this world we live , i cannot describe the pain , only hope for a kid , whos lost like me , and talks like me , cept im hoping that he turns out to be , the greatest mother fucker , the world has seen , someone so much better than bitch ass me ,
then i sit back , and i watch , and i laugh , my ass off ,
then i come to my senses , that all is not lost ,
cuz i was right bout this kid , look at him now, look at him wow , hes a fuckin millionare , how oh how , (beat change)
so , i get up , and i look , how the fuck , was i took , by these drugs , in my book , like a crook , on a nook , im ashamed , of this day , that is laid , out to me , look at me , fuck it man , look at him , look at slim , im a wreck , im a mess , im a worn out dress , that needs to be fixed , so i get , off my ass , one more time , for this rhyme , and put it , in a record , and sell it like dime---bags , no longer in rags , filled with money , something to brag---about . . .
guess thats why they call it rags to riches mother fucker
