HACKSAW
HEY,
I HAVE A HACKSAW IN MY BAG,
TRYNA STAB ME FROM THE BACK,
HURTIN' ME,
THE FACT THAT I CARRY A HACKSAW WITH ME DOESN'T GIMME THE LABEL OF A WACK,
I TRY NOT TO LOOK BACK INTO THE PAST, I LEAVE IT BURNIN',
BITCH,
I CAN'T SAY MY LIFE IS NOT A WRECK,
I HAVE BRICKS AN' I PUT THEM ON THE STACK,
Tried to be happy but now everything is black...
I'M A PSYCHOPATH WHO DOESN'T FEEL ANYTHIN'
WHEN SOMEONE DIES, IT MAKES ME LAUGH, I'M WEIRD,
I'm just tryin' not to look sadistic,
Ain't get me wrong, I'm fine, I ain't pathetic,
So funny look at how surroundin' call me satanic,
What prevents me from living normally?
STEREOTYPE PREVENTS ME FROM LIVING...
BITE YOUR TONGUE,
THIS IS THE MOMENT WHEN YOU BETTER SHUT UP,
I'M NOT WRONG,
I DON’T PUT ROPES 'ROUND MY NECK LIKE PSYCHOPATHS,
PEOPLE WITH OPEN MOUTHS, THEY'RE FUCKING RATS,
AN' DON'T ASK WHY I'M DAMN SO TOXIC,
NEGATIVITY POURS FROM ALL THE CRACKS WITH HATRED, HOW COULD I ABSORB IT?
HEY,
I HAVE A HACKSAW IN MY BAG,
TRYNA STAB ME FROM THE BACK,
HURTIN' ME,
THE FACT THAT I CARRY A HACKSAW WITH ME DOESN'T GIMME THE LABEL OF A WACK,
I TRY NOT TO LOOK BACK INTO THE PAST, I LEAVE IT BURNIN',
UNFORTUNATELY,
I CAN'T SAY MY LIFE IS NOT A WRECK,
SAD...
I suspect that I'll be isolated from all forever...
So sad...
I HAVE A HACKSAW IN MY BAG,
TRYNA STAB ME FROM THE BACK,
HURTIN' ME,
THE FACT THAT I CARRY A HACKSAW WITH ME DOESN'T GIMME THE LABEL OF A WACK,
I TRY NOT TO LOOK BACK INTO THE PAST, I LEAVE IT BURNIN',
BITCH,
I CAN'T SAY MY LIFE IS NOT A WRECK,
I HAVE BRICKS AN' I PUT THEM ON THE STACK,
Tried to be happy but now everything is black...
I'M A PSYCHOPATH WHO DOESN'T FEEL ANYTHIN'
WHEN SOMEONE DIES, IT MAKES ME LAUGH, I'M WEIRD,
I'm just tryin' not to look sadistic,
Ain't get me wrong, I'm fine, I ain't pathetic,
So funny look at how surroundin' call me satanic,
What prevents me from living normally?
STEREOTYPE PREVENTS ME FROM LIVING...
BITE YOUR TONGUE,
THIS IS THE MOMENT WHEN YOU BETTER SHUT UP,
I'M NOT WRONG,
I DON’T PUT ROPES 'ROUND MY NECK LIKE PSYCHOPATHS,
PEOPLE WITH OPEN MOUTHS, THEY'RE FUCKING RATS,
AN' DON'T ASK WHY I'M DAMN SO TOXIC,
NEGATIVITY POURS FROM ALL THE CRACKS WITH HATRED, HOW COULD I ABSORB IT?
HEY,
I HAVE A HACKSAW IN MY BAG,
TRYNA STAB ME FROM THE BACK,
HURTIN' ME,
THE FACT THAT I CARRY A HACKSAW WITH ME DOESN'T GIMME THE LABEL OF A WACK,
I TRY NOT TO LOOK BACK INTO THE PAST, I LEAVE IT BURNIN',
UNFORTUNATELY,
I CAN'T SAY MY LIFE IS NOT A WRECK,
SAD...
I suspect that I'll be isolated from all forever...
So sad...
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