19 on the 19th

Yeah, I turned
19 on the nineteenth
I got two eyes and thirty-two teeth
A fresh tone of attitude
If you don't like that too bad
I'm rude
And if you don't like me here
Too bad
Bitch move

I  don't need your lame excuses
You look nasty
You look toothless

You look like you've got no spine
So why would I ever want you as mine

I've got no time
For petty bitches
I rap this
Never fucked my mistress

The story goes like story goes
I don't want to marry any hoe

Shut up
Step down
Whatcha doing in my town

Small town but a big space
Doesn't matter what's my race
My race is hitting your face
Pound that at a hundred pace

Pacer test
Math test
Scientific ass quest

Gotta find the golden man
Lying up his ass can

19 on the nineteenth
Two eyes and thirty-two teeth
Can't wait till my wrists bleed

Suicidal
Schizophreniac
Pack my knives into my backpack
Then cut at school
Laying on my back

Blood pouring
People screaming
What is this lustful feeling

Just wanna die today
Don't wanna worry bout tomorrow
Dad always says get a job
I'm too busy dealing with my sorrow