SNAP!

All I need is a, jerry can full of gas, a single match 'n half the strike pad to scratch To turn this bitch into a war zone, now you met your match Poke his fuckin throat 'n tell him Now Talk Back! You ain't shit to me, just another name to scratch I be coming from a dark place like a egg to hatch If he wanna yap, I'ma let that hatchet crack I'm twistin' limbs, bending 'em back, I wanna hear that SNAP! Damn right I wanna hear that snap We ain't the same, you wanna see me bumped 'n bruised 'n scratched I wanna see you slumped over wit'ya head in 'ya lap I keep hoping for a change but it seems like this lane of fate ain't 'gon reroute it's path I'll keep praying to the one down below long as he keeps answering me back So I pour up this potion 'n move in slow motion I'm cuttin' myself wit a blade, I feel hopeless Got scars on my heart, and scars on my flesh Got scars on my torso so I rock a vest My conscience keep telling me to take another breath But the voices keep telling me to cut my fucking neck I don't know who to listen to, I'm getting kinda sick of living in this fuckin head (in this fuckin head) I'm feeling beyond stressed, I wanna heat the streets up 'n leave no peace for the rest Death before dishonor, might just buy me a katana 'n put that fucking blade straight thru my chest I ain't lookin for no sympathy or love cuz I got none left to shed I need your compassion like I need a fuckin hole in my head So when you think about your life Try to think to about the positive cause you don't wanna end up like me inside; DEAD (Dead) (Dead) (Dead) "Therefore thus saith the Lord I will bring evil upon them, which they shall not be able to escape And though they shall cry unto me I will not hearken unto them" Screams of Hell I keep hoping for a change but it seems like this lane of fate ain't 'gon reroute it's path I'll keep praying to the one down below long as he keeps answering me back (BACK! BACK! BACK! BACK! BACK! BACK! BACK! BACK!)