Nixon's Cassette

I fuckin' hate you And I hate me too I dream of death every day I'm never making it through I feel the walls close in as my skin turn blue And then I do it and do it again 'Til I meet my doom I guess I knew That I was destined for something greater A higher power testing the waters of kids in danger They change up But they face up With a gauge up To the cranium Homicidal thoughts in my brain they keep on playing 'em And I guess I feel a little hazy Look for safety But ain't nobody mind or soul 'bout to fuckin' save me I may be deranged, but I just can't change Suicide calls gotta go out with a bang And everywhere I look I want death, doom, destruction Propane bombs, when I pull up at the function The huntsman The sitting ducks are the prey Feel the wrath of the kid when I'm filled with rage Dear diary As I write these lines, my mind tries to define everything inside But its not that simple and I don't know why I can't stop won't stop, 'til I bleed them dry Duffel bag, packed stacked With the goods I craft And the trench coat hang at the top of the rack Ain't nobody know a thang I'ma leave it at that The people had their chance and I'ma finally snap They gonna, say my name with a sprinkle of fear And blame games and other thangs as they may appear The truth is, I'm a lonely motherfucker A self loathing freak in the mind of the white cap suckas Tomorrow I'm about to play god Decide whether or not to make make the heart beats stop Write the book of history my name on lock Tonight I dream of infamy I take my shot Damn right, I hate the life that I live I got zero motherfuckers that'll call me a friend I wanna, show the world what the system did You never know when a kid's gonna snap like this Damn right, I hate the life that I live I got zero motherfuckers that'll call me a friend I wanna, show the world what the system did I want 'em all to say my name with the fear of the kid