Javeth - grilled cheese deluxe

I been depressed my whole life
My skin redder than the devil's dick
When I cut my wrists
Up and down go my mood swings
I never felt love, most I had was summer flings
Except for —, I fucking hate her, she was a bitch
And she treated me like shit
That's why my confidence low
On these other hoes
And I'm feeling so phony
Cause I smile in everyones face but truthfully I'm so lonely
Nobody ever told me
That I would end up with no homies
Or no one to keep me cozy
Nigga you too depressing
Bitch, blow me
Want me to rap about money, killing, and hoes?
Well, I ain't got no money, but I love killing hoes
Like choking Ariana Grande with a hose
Or make Oprah have a cocaine overdose
If I can't have them, then no one else will
Plus killing is fun and I enjoy the thrill
Dumb bitch
Bitch, shut the fuck up
And get this grilled cheese deluxe
I'm a bastard, born without a father
I wonder if he thinks about me, but why would he bother?
Clearly had more important shit to attend to than take care of me, my sister, or my brother
But cared enough to bust in my mother
Without a rubber
18 years later, I could give a fuck less about you, you dirty motherfucker
Eat shit, die poor
For all I fucking care for
I hope you get aids from a pregnant whore or
Die in fiery car crash and no one will mourn
And get blown into thin air cause everyone forgets you and loves you no more
All these thoughts about murder and killing
I'm fucking sick of hearing
It's all in my head
I need to get it straight before i self-destruct
Fuck it, Ima go for a drive, blast this shit up, and sing it out loud
Bitch, shut the fuck up
And get this grilled cheese deluxe

Written by:
Javeth Padilla

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