Misery Motel

I hate the fuckin' world and everything in it If life's a game I been losin' since the first damn minute Mom dipped out when I turned thirteen Left me to rot with a dad that made Tyson look sweet He used to treat me like a fuckin' ragdoll Left hook to the jaw hit the wall then the mutha fuckin asphalt Said I ain't shit said I'd never be nothin' Now I dream of cuttin' his throat while the blood keep gushin' I was the freak I was the outcast Tossed in the lockers stomped out in gym class Jumped on the bus got jumped on the bus Came home black-eyed got slapped for the cuts Check in but you might not check out This misery motel got bodies stretched out Told 'em I was crazy now they tryna find out If the rumors all true—grab a knife let's count Check in but you might not check out Cause I hate everybody and I'm takin' 'em out! No remorse no pain no fucks left now Let's paint this town red turn the world to a shroud Now I'm lurkin' in the dark trench coat with a hacksaw Waitin' for a faggot rapper talkin' like he raw Say he got guns but he built like a tampon Say he got funds but his bank got a padlock I don't need a pistol just a rusty-ass blade And a bad childhood to make me this way I swear to God if one more bitch test me today I'ma open his ribs like I'm filletin' a steak They wanna know why I act like a lunatic Maybe cause I never had love just bruises bitch Maybe cause I never had Christmas or stupid shit Just the sound of my father yellin' "You ain't worth shit!" I got a death wish and a hit list School shooter mindset except that I'm gifted I don't need a Glock or a TEC to inflict shit Just a notepad a mic and a big grin Check in but you might not check out This misery motel got bodies stretched out Told 'em I was crazy now they tryna find out If the rumors all true—grab a knife let's count Check in but you might not check out Cause I hate everybody and I'm takin' 'em out! No remorse no pain no fucks left now Let's paint this town red turn the world to a shroud I don't wanna be famous I don't want riches I just wanna watch these weak motherfers get stitches They say I'm disturbed say I got a sickness Well f your opinion I came for the victims! I got kicked out of school got locked in detention All cause I wrote an "I'll kill all y'all" sentence Now I'm grown up got a blade and a vengeance Got a deep grudge and I don't need repentance I'll slit a rapper's throat for an autograph Then take his pen and rewrite his epitaph This ain't rap this is mass-murder soundtrack Close the motel—everybody black-bagged Black cat got dragged out His eyes gouched Can't see what I'm capable of Know that I'm back now Writing this track is my life now Guts on the floor and body bags layed out Check in but you might not check out This misery motel got bodies stretched out Told 'em I was crazy now they tryna find out If the rumors all true grab a knife let's count Check in but you might not check out Cause I hate everybody and I'm takin' 'em out! No remorse no pain no fucks left now Let's paint this town red turn the world to a shroud