[Verse] I look back at life, so I grab a knife, put it to my wrist I know I'm not acting right, but would it be better in the after life? Man I wish I never grabbed the mic, I wish I never picked a pact to write I wish I could breathe myself back to life, but I gotta deal with the facts tonight I'm tired being criticized for half my life You don't understand the grasp or strife that I had to fight to get where I'm at You f*ggots like: He's a wannabe, he ain't never gonna be I don't think this f*ggots nice, he's a biter, he's just trash, alright? I'm not a hater, he should pa** the mic Who puts on pa**ion like a flash of lighting? Only a few, so kiss my a**, you dyke You can never be me or even rap alike What I do is on a different level Sit back and write, pick up your pants and tights or whatever your fashions like Keep your seatbelts fastened tight I'm about to clash the tightons and bring rap back to life You all s**, close your caskets tight [Hook] I don't care about opinions (no) I could care less for your feelings (f** you) So please just keep a distance, keep my name out your resistance, b**h I don't care about opinions (no) I could care less for your feelings (f** you) So please just keep a distance, keep my name out your resistance, b**h