End It Stupid Bitch

Every dog takes a piss on me like a hydrant,
Swear every bitch think that ima tyrant,
The fact isn’t even fiction,
It’s lifestyle, a bit like contraception,
When the fuck will I lose this perception?
Honestly I hated everyone since conception.
That the real deception, the lies of self protection.

Saw the plug today, tried to sell my soul for a perc,
Said “not even one here so you better go to work”,
My penance? Cant even catch a second of prevalence.
Always feel like I stubbed my toe, or took a razor scooter to the shin,
Even when I go to give in? They just chalk it up to sin,
To be ignored, is like being spread too thin,
Honestly? Chuck this boy in the bin.
No point to recycling.

The dissonance is the same as the hatred,
I don’t even bother to get in my bed.
I think I’ll hop on bumble again and see, if I can’t catch another whore to spite me.

Life got me clocked, I’m stuck in detention,
Every move I make, they call it pretension,
Fuck the world, yeah, I lost my direction,
Tried to trade my pain, got denied at collection.

“Go to work,” they said, yeah, work on what?
The grave I’m digging, or the bridges I cut?
Stubbed my soul on every goddamn edge,
But still standing tall with a spiteful pledge.

Tired of the games, so I play with fire,
Match to the kerosene, burning desires,
Swipe right, left, looking for the same old knife,
Yeah, call it a date, but it’s a war disguised as life.

Paid a bitch my annual just to shit on my chest,
Just wanted to see a bigger piece of shit than I,
Can’t even get my brain to touch a point of rest,
Just breathe, just be,
Stupid fucking dummy, why don’t you try me,
I’m nonviolent, but I’ll still send it,
Spread some honey on my asshole, drop in a fucking ant hole.
Honestly might just jump in the pig pen,
Maybe I’ll find a form of love then,
Or atleast some kind of formation, but like self fornication.

I’d pay someone to just put a bag over my head and keep it there,
But they said fiat currency ain’t accepted here,
She said I look like a grizzly bear, honestly that cause I just sit in an electric chair.
Tuesday I tied a noose up,
Wednesday I slip it on, but forgot I didn’t feed the pup,
Thank my dad every day he drop that load up in my mother,
Least I can sit here and contemplate any way to lead me to Big Brother.
Got be a reason, got be a way,
Atleast I can choke on my own dick at the end of the day.

Sold my name for a whisper, a quiet disgrace,
A shadow in the mirror that won’t show its face.
Wrote my will on a napkin, signed it in spit,
Left it blank like my purpose—what’s the point of this shit?

Got a crow at the window, tapping my guilt,
Feathers soaked black in the blood I’ve spilt.
Tried to wash it off, but the stains stay thick,
Like the tar in my lungs when I breathe too quick.

Would’ve paid for the silence, but it came free,
Wrapped in chains with a tag that said, “This is me.”
Tried to scream, but my throat’s full of ash,
Guess I’ll speak in embers until I finally crash.

Built a temple of spite on a bed of regret,
Prayed to gods who ain’t even showed up yet.
So here I sit, in the filth and the flame,
Writing lines like a eulogy and signing my name.

Maybe someday something holy will inspire,
I’m just trying to sit here and roast over the fire,
Set the water heater on scalding,
Maybe then I can get to bawling,
Every Thot want a simp that be balling,
Hang on one sec-I gotta take this. “What’s that?”-“Oh fuck it’s Satan *69 calling”.

Thursday comes, still feels like it’s an Armageddon,
Guess I’ll eat a piece of this moldy bread and,
Roll up some cockroaches in a blunt,
Maybe then she can smoke and let me in that cunt,
Swear on my life, no one can make a cut like a chef,
Post-It on the fridge, reminded how many days since she left.

Sat beneath a skyline painted in rot,
Watched the clouds drift like the dreams I forgot.
Fingers trace scars that I named like stars,
Each one a reminder of how close is too far.

Woke up choking on the static of regret,
Spit out the silence, but it’s still stuck in my chest.
Tried to carve a prayer into the concrete floor,
But the cracks just laughed and asked me for more.

Called to the heavens, but the signal’s jammed,
Guess divinity’s busy running its next scam.
Burned my last cigarette in the shape of a cross,
Ashes whispered, “Even gods get lost.”

Tried to run, but the ground won’t break,
Feet stuck deep in the choices I hate.
Maybe if I scream, the void will respond,
Or maybe it’ll laugh as I rip my own bond.

Hands stained black from holding the flame,
But it’s better than cold, better than blame.
If nothing is holy, then let me be sin,
At least I’ll feel something before the void pulls me in.

Take a drive by the lakeshore, maybe I’ll try to forget some more,
Just to drive off the seawall and wash this high proof down,
Maybe then I can tally the score,
You can pull me out the water just to laugh as I drown.

Looked in the mirror today. Almost forgot it wasn’t Halloween,
Everything’s funny, when you’re just a lunatic sleeping,
She said she’s gonna make it to the big screen,
Every second I just feel Caillou creeping,
But she just end up with another bald Charlie Sheen.
Atleast everything glistens like a diamond when your life is contorted and mean.

Every day my back hurt,
She likes to go in town and flirt,
Something on the back of her miniskirt,
She said “Honest baby it’s just Pert”,
Like sloppy seconds just to make me feel worse,
Atleast I can bring to life my own curse,
Hopefully this track will be so many words I choke on this verse,
Maybe then I can be a bigger laughingstock than the girl who just took a look at my cock.

Buried my name in a ditch by the road,
Watched the vultures circle while the headlights glowed.
Every mile a confession, every stoplight a sin,
Tried to outrun the ghosts, but they always dig in.

Ate my reflection in a puddle of oil,
Slick with the taste of betrayal and toil.
Every laugh’s a loaded gun, cocked and ready to fire,
Even my own shadow calls me a liar.

Punched a hole in the sky, but no stars fell,
Just a voicemail looped from the gates of hell.
Said, “We’ve been watching, waiting for you,”
Guess damnation feels better when it’s overdue.

Pulled a splinter from my tongue, carved it into a key,
Locked the door on my heart, threw it into the sea.
But the tide brought it back, like a sick little joke,
Said, “You can’t escape when your pain’s bespoke.”

So I laughed in the void, lit a match in the rain,
Burned a path through the echoes of my own disdain.
Let the world keep spinning, let the flames run wild,
I’ll be dancing in the wreckage, where the cursed go to smile.

Maybe I’ll stop by the grease trap, dig out something vile,
Been a few days, haven’t ate in awhile,
Maybe the slow suicidal game will finally make me vomit something other than bile.
I love to sit and make myself dry heave,
Atleast it feels like when another whore decides to leave,
Pull it in the garage and place a hose in the exhaust,
Get in, shut the door and start it up, but we’re out of gas cause the actual cost.
Always been a pussy about blood loss,
Maybe I get some tranny to help me floss,

Maybe I been battin for the wrong team,
Perhaps I’ll wake up one day see it’s all a dream,
But the demon on my chest wants my cream,
Cash money don’t even make cents to me,
Maybe that’s why I don’t have any energy.

Rats in the corner, staring like they know my name,
Floorboards creak in time with my shame.
Every breath’s a coin toss, heads or tails,
Either I’m a king of nothing, or a ghost that fails.

Picked a fight with the moon just to feel alive,
It laughed in my face, said, “You’ll never survive.”
So I drank down the night, swallowed it whole,
Let the stars etch their spite straight into my soul.

Tried to pray to the void, but it answered with teeth,
Bit down on my spirit, left nothing beneath.
Every pulse is a joke, every beat’s a regret,
Life’s just a tally of debts I’ll never forget.

Moths to the flame, yeah, that’s where I belong,
Dancing with the fire till it swallows my song.
But fuck it, I’ll keep singing, let my voice wear thin,
’Cause even the silence can’t keep me from this sin.

Maybe I’m put on some Duckboy, listen to her voice tell me I’m a fuck boy,
She said my dick can’t get off she needs a little toy,
Atleast maybe then I’ll grow a pair of tits cause all the soy,
I think spoiled milk might bring me joy,
Perhaps this heifer can show me a bit of love,
But it’s always death from above,
The static shock always creeping down my legs,
Maybe she’ll like it if it’s me she pegs.

Twist of lime, bit of crime, hopefully someone can tell the time,
Too bad that little stunt cost my last dime,
Honestly why do I make these words rhyme?
Maybe it’ll bring some sediment I can climb,
Can I Atleast try and copy Bradley from Sublime?
Maybe I’ll finally find my bike that got stolen in my prime.

Maybe I’ll marinate my guts in piss,
Serve ‘em up cold with a side of spit.
She said she’s hungry for something real,
So I dipped my fist in glass just to seal the deal.

Fuck her moans, I’ll drown ‘em in bleach,
Every “baby, please” just a lesson I’ll teach.
Tie her wrists with my regrets, make her beg for the sting,
Then tell her “truth’s a whore, and I’m the pimp of this thing.”

I’ll cut my name into her thigh, call it art,
Lick the blood, say, “Darling, this is just the start.”
Spit holy water in her face, call it divine,
Every choke of her breath another line I’ll refine.

Maybe I’ll piss in the chalice of mass,
Drink deep of the venom, let it burn as I laugh.
Nail my sins to the altar, let the choir sing,
While I fuck the serpent and wear its skin like a ring.

God turned his back, so I’ll piss on his throne,
Write my verses in bile, carve my legacy in stone.
Let the angels weep, let their tears flood the streets,
While I dance in the fire and tear apart the meek.

No redemption, no peace, just pure spite,
I’m the king of the damned, and I reign through the night.
So choke on my words, gag on my pain,
Every line’s a scar, every breath’s a chain.
Just call 911. When the cops come I’ll try to explain.