Suicide Note
Dear Me,
I’m Strange,, I keep hittin my head off walls n’ tell myself im not insane
Whats my name? I spirt green blood.. musta missed the right vein
Sometimes I get so offensive, I wear apprehensive hair extensions
Not to mention, my direction is to use park benches for weapons
Im near done, strung til’ I hear none, im fearsome
Piss myself off, so that I punch myself in the nose n’ blood pumps off my ear drums
Give myself a beat down til I die, alive n’ stab myself in the side three times
Sighed then signed on the split lines n’ get caught up in blood knee high
It all started when I got jumped, punched in the face w/ lighters; street fighters
I’d fight her, but she threw me through the windshield of my moms Chrysler
I ran but I tripped, in a ditch filled with shit in hail, closed fists thick
I swung but I missed, sprained my wrist on the fat bitches fat lips
One guy, wearin underwear thong high beat me in the full hour than gone by
Jay Z could make a song cry, but take an expression when he said we got the wrong guy
My leg wouldn’t function, my balls got kicked into my mid-sections stomach
But I stood up for nuthin, “fuck you” n’ suttin then started runnin
Never knew what the church herd, gurl told me not to go, but don’t listen to her words
Attempted worse verbs in the first-burbs, throwin shit n’ spittin mean curse words
He came back n’ wanted to fight, I’ve had enuff laughs but I don’t touch fags
N’ fuck cash, gimme a box of clothes n’ a bus pass
Got caught up w/ sum bitches, one of them flinches n’ re-opens my stiches
Swung at my dick but missed it, she threw sticks in, shit she hit my hip wit
Strung me up with bows from Christmas hit me with dishes from a distance
But I hit her tits in combos of sixes to get my hits in
Then came the pimp, talking shit so I hit him w/ the cane he used to hit his bitch,
then it worsened
It wasn’t certain, but a risk, under the curtain I missed, he hit my fists n’ I stabbed
the wrong person
Chorus
Im ready to die.. n’ you know its suicide
Got nothing better, Sign my mark on the letter
Clapped wit a belt, clappin the help
Gimme the suicide note, I’ll sign it myself
Verse 2
One day I asked my mom.. when am I going to die?
She said when gods ready, so I asked if he was as ready as I
She got pissed, pointed to her tumor n’ asked if I wanted cancer
I told her ‘please do’.. n’ sent me into therapy cuz of my answer
I met sum cool kats, sum that have been through higher
One that sharpened his finger, n’ another who stabs himself w/ screwdrivers
One that ate his foot, n’ a guy who put himself in the oven
Another that has 3rd degree burns n’ a guy who cut his penis off in public
They taught me new shit, nothing that really helped me
They put a piece of metal n’ lighter under my finger n’ it started melting
They said I was fine, lied.. so I said my good byes
Then one of the guys gave me an un-rolled paper clip to stab myself in the eye
So what happened? I stranged my mom with the telephone wire n’ started laughin
I love death so much, I got a tombstone in my easter basket
Hung my sister n’ slit my brothers wrists for practice
Then carry them down the street in rush hour traffic
N’ that’s when I’ve had it, killed my lil brothers rabbit
Then tried to hang myself, but it broke.. must not a been the right fabric
Papered a bitch, then wrapped my own in plastic
Ate hot coals n’ drank warm acid
Hit bees nests n’ don’t bother to fight the swarms
I let em sting me then go swimming in lightning storms
Sat at the end of a porch n’ let pitbulls nip at my feet
Then took a few shots that they use to put animals to sleep
Gave a friend a sledge hammer, so he could gong my knee
So many attempts n’ I aint dead.. what the hell is wrong with me?
Chorus
Im ready to die.. n’ you know its suicide
Got nothing better, Sign my mark on the letter
Clapped wit a belt, clappin the help
Gimme the suicide note, I’ll sign it myself
Verse 3
Cant say it was a secret, go a lot of recognition
A lot of bitchin from bitches I slayed in the kitchen
Cops arrested me, tried to get them to shoot me-
-But threw me in a cell with my dad
I asked him when I was gonna die, he didn’t know..
So I started bangin my head off the walls til’ they threw me in a cell with pads
So close, yet I missed my luck
They bought me a new white coat, but the zippers stuck
I bit around my body, til I found sum flesh
Then they gave me a mask w/ a cage n’ a vest
How was I suppose to die now, I could practically move
Then some dude thought that I needed to go to school
Thought it would tone me down, then signed the paper
Then I made smiley faces on my skin with staplers
Skipped class, flipped the breaker.. lights went to softness
Then let rulers n’ erasers hit me in the principles office
Jumped out his 2nd story window, still alive like before
Next time I’ll use a noose, or climb to the next floor
The cops started to chase me, so I chased them back
They threatened to shoot me, I said do it, n’ altered back
Took out his billy club, but I already knew what a bruise was like
So tripped him into a puddle n’ stole his mountain bike
Ran away.. then one day this kid hit me in the head with a tennis racket
I’d smack him, but after all that.. this was the only thing that put me in a casket
No one at the funeral, threw me in the ground, all that hopin to die
No white light tho, just dirt n’ worms.. as I opened my eyes
Chorus
Im ready to die.. n’ you know its suicide
Got nothing better, Sign my mark on the letter
Clapped wit a belt, clappin the help
Gimme the suicide note, I’ll sign it myself
{chorus flows perfect with beat}
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