Can't Handle Grief

F*ck this, f*ck life, f*ck you I can't live like this, wanting to go after you I may fucking riot, tired of all the fucking lies I told myself, you told me, know you didnt But now imma lose it, now drug imma start using Feeling like a storm brewing Maybe it was me who blew it Dreams of murder I am getting Fucking killer, like a gremlin Used to be an 11, soon to be in the 711 Hope you like the dumpster I asked you to dump her Fucking bitch, I may be dumber Blind with red like bull Stab you with a knife that's dull Now time for the infection Last time your ass will get an erection Might go fucking anorexic F*ck all this stress, I'm the best man Name me yes man Now he a dead man Ok hold up, what the f*ck? What have I just done? Nothing yet, but I have those sick thoughts I need help, send me down to hell Maybe some drugs I should find, take a lot Stop myself from acting upon my thoughts Darkest impulse, should I stop my pulse to save another's pulse Oh my god, join a suicide cult Nah, imma find a colt, blow my brains out No one cares now, so imma shout loud Can't handle Grief Turn myself into an enemy Man I'm just so dead to me No one come and f*ck with me