These are different songs...
[Lyric 1] I start to fear that ill be left alone to die
Just filling the blanks of my own life
I want people to relate to what i say
To what i feel
Understand and agree my own faiths
So I can help those who chosen the hard ways
[Lyric 2] My words are getting empty
No meaning
Throwing random lines in this peace of paper
Most people won`t relate to it
So I keep insisting till I get gold from a pile of sh**
Writing lyrics were my way to keep my mind away
From thinking about suicide
The only thing holding me up to me not slide
I don't know, but I`m forcing this dream too much
Too scared to realize it would never work out
Getting afraid of the last punch
Have to accept I will die alone buried alive
Beneath the dirty
But part of me still have hope
And won`t give up till the last drop of blood
[Lyric 3] You said my dick`s small
Please don`t be too harsh
My dick is big
But your p**y that is too large
If you have twins do you think its gonna come one by one?
No
They`re gonna come at once
Like a double barrel shotgun
[Lyric 4] I have so many rhymes in my mind
I think I`m getting lost between the lines
[Lyric 5] You swallow cum as much you swallow air
If you give birth to a kid in your lungs
I wouldn't be impressed
[Lyric 6] What about the Philippines?
All its people came from the same beans
There too many sameness
Just like all Indians
You walk among them and can't tell a single difference
[Lyric 7] I`m a fish inside of a aquarium
I see the outside but i can't get out of this dump
But I know what I`m capable of
That`s why i keep moving on
Gla**es are breakable
So are my obstacles
[Lyric 8] You deserve a lake of penises
Mad scientists
Working in a way to turn your blood in Absinthe
Serve me a cup accompanied with a floating cli*oris
[Lyric 9] Don`t call me rude ma'am
Call me iron man
Beat you up in the a** with my iron bar
b**hes call it my third leg
You say I`m mad
I say f** you and beat you up in the head
Start crying cause I have a Iron hand
Yeah!
Its gonna crack your skull in half
Finish the job with a Yankees bat
Let your skull in pieces
How many broken bones?
Wanna bet?
I counted six
You counted ten?
Shut up b**h, you can't talk, you`re f**ing dead
[Lyric 10] I live in a constant feeling of doubt
Don`t know what to do
My legs are too tired to walk
And brain too messed up to organize my thoughts
Incapable of undoing the simplest knots
There`s too many questions
Should I keep going or change directions?