3 is Enough, You're Going to Get Fat!

I try to write a song
But the lyrics always come wrong
Never got a rhythm, a beat, a flow
Never got a soul, a heart, to know
If you got hands then son let's go
I'm tired hating myself so hate me mo'

No one makes me bleed my own blood
I'm switching up the flow so let's go blood
I'll tippy-toe around you so good
I'll drop my pants and show you some real good
No one makes me bleed my own blood
But me, and I make me so good
Why you runnin' I thought you were hard blood

Let's keep this flow but switch the scheme
I don't got gat, I got a laser beam
Trolls, bloods, and bitches alike they see it , they scream
But I can still make your bitch cream
All I need is my phone and a little steam
This shit ain't got no fucking theme
Ain't never rap before I ain't got no fucking dream

I try to write a song
But the lyrics always come wrong
Never got a rhythm, a beat, a flow
Never got a soul, a heart, to know
If you got hands then son let's go
I'm tired hating myself so hate me mo'

You think I'm crazy now wait till I take it far
8mile back and put your head in jar
Hunt you like a chicken and I'm a clown in my car
Bow to me bitch 'cause I'm your fucking tsar
I'm new to the game but I'm rocking these fucking bars

I'm tired of eating swine
I want to fine dine on your spine and wine
Crack your skull open hit it nine times drink your blood with a stein
Do line off a dime make her mine till she worships me at a shrine

I try to write a song
But the lyrics always come wrong
Never got a rhythm, a beat, a flow
Never got a soul, a heart, to know
If you got hands then son let's go
I'm tired hating myself so hate me mo'

I tried to write a song
And these are the words that came out wrong
Just know that if you hate me
I full heartedly agree