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When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

'Cause I am a piece of shit, it ain't fuckin hard to tell

It doesn't make any sense, goin to hell with the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like Timbs and black hoodies

God will probably have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked

Hangin with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

All of my life, I have been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out of her purse.

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I bet my mother wishes that she had an abortion.

She doesn't even love me like she did when I was younger

Suckin' on her chest, just to stop my fuckin' hunger

I wander, If I died, would tears even come to her eyes ?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My baby mothers' eight months, her little sister is two

Who is to blame for the both of them ?

I swear to God, I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit

 

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