Throw'd - Digusting Depression lyrics

[Verse 1:Throw'd, the Unstable] I scratch my eyes 'til I start to cry blood and think of my demise Exorcise me father, never mind, I don't want this life God protect me, ahh! Pause the blessing Snot falls on bedsheets, not, false, I'm empty, HA! (Practice makes perfect) Shut the f** up, f** practicing I write half the half-dopest lines when I'm half asleep Time ticking by and I'm pa**ing the average week In half of the time it takes to slide through an a**' cheeks Oklahoma City Bombing, dying in a lullaby Losing all appendages, fire burning you alive Casualty percentages at an all time high The kinda images that make you trust suicide Mean demeanor, steaming out the ears, f** a wiener cleaner Feed her semen, beat the meat with diseased heated fecal pieces Bleeding semen on the floor, pinkest juices gushing from a who*e, we need jesus Nothing more, St. Peter, get a squeegee please sir I didn't please her I did something involving scissors and some tweezers "God, what did I ever do to deserve this?" Duct taped, face down, removed the whole uterus Why would you describe such terrifying content? Think about all the sh**ty people who ain't born yet Sandy Hooks ma**acre, 9-11 pa**engers Columbine's maddest nerds, Trade Center managers [Hook: Throw'd, the Unstable] (x2) Bars? f** 16, I go 24 Rhymes? Take them all b**h, I got plenty more Time? I don't believe in that sh** anymore Life?....Disgusting depression [Verse 2: Koncepte] Sometimes I think an abortion is doing a favor Would you want to be born inside of a world full of haters? I can't stand it, it makes me sick to my stomach All this hatred inside this world and you wonder why I inhale paper Lesson learned, don't judge a book by its cover Innocent until proven guilty and that's all that should matter I'm f**ing sick of the stereo-typical bullsh** Taking over the airwaves, so f** it, I quit I'm not watching it anymore b**h, I'm changing the channel But what will that change? It's still going to be there tomorrow So I guess I will just relax and take a swig from the bottle "But what will that change?" That's a hater's favorite motto And I will pop every single one of them in the head By the end of this convo, it's almost time for credits And when they start rolling, you're going to see how far we done made it In all due time, Konceptual Dreamz, they crave it, Koncepte! [Verse 3: Throw'd, the Unstable] Headaches like encephalitis, migraines, I adjust the brightness To the highest vibrancy, vibrant like a hi-liter Stop me while I'm at my finest, though I'm trying to be the nicest Drop me in a pool of spikes and never look back Every tendon irritated, jawbone dislocated Spinal fractures indicate I'm medically intoxicated Mentally inebriated, f** the doctor, I'm a monster f** the possibility my heart might falter You never hesitate to agitate me Lately I'm not adequately satisfied with life, sh**, maybe I'm mismanaging Nah, I'm absolutely positive there's no such thing as homage Half the people talking at me I never acknowledge I think about d**h & suicide every day I wanna k** but I try to keep those feelings at bay I can hide a body like a f**ing needle in hay Once I slit a few throats, I'll be back to sane [Hook: Throw'd, the Unstable] (x2) K-O-N-C-E-P-T-E & T-H-R-O-W-D The Unstable AhhhHHHHH KONCEPTUAL DREAMZ!!!