some food for thought, some food for death, go ‘head and fuckin eat

My niggas wanna know if I’m fuckin’, if I’m kissin’

But I’m sittin’ here, downin’ beers simply just wishin’

With tear they try to tell me but I never listen

Cause I don’t give a shit like sittin’ down pissin’…

Eighteen, still talkin’ to imaginaries

Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy

Losers can never win me, you can never offend me

My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully momma will attend the

Ceremony with all my homies, I’m suicidal

This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this

Fuck a deal, I just want my father’s email

So I can tell him how much I fuckin’ hate him in detail