Chill Bump - Ten lyrics

RIP Christopher Wallace

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause, I'ma piece of shit
Dwelling in my lonely shell
It don't make sense trying to
Find my holy grail i'd rather smoke an L
Bone a skank and grab her poney tail
God'll probably have me stop
My foul behaviour no more lounging, wasted
Faded in a cloud of vapor
Hanging with the crowd of angels
Purging in a perfect world fuck that shit
I wanna slurp gin and flirt with girls
All my life I've been considered as the worst
I'd feel my dick in church
Fingers under sisters' skirts
I live but in reverse, cursed i'm an anomily
Mum probably wished she'd practiced
Sodomy or swallowed me
She don't even love me like she
Did when I was small
She should have used the pillow way
Before I learnt to crawl
Someone tell my loved ones I
Ain't even worth the brawl
I took my money out the bank
And fucking burnt it all
I wonder if I die will anybody cry
I don't wanna know
I wanna go that's bottom line
The stress is building up I can't shit
I can't believe suicide' s on my fucking
Mind i cannot breathe
I swear to God it feels like Death
Is trying to squeeze my throat
My demons keep on choking me
Shit I don't need a rope i need some coke
I need a load of weed I can smoke
Needles with dope
Til I'm deseased from a seizure or stroke
See, when they burn me
Line my ashes up and snort 'em
Don't act like you care
Cause my ass is unimportant
And i'm sick of brothers lying
I'm sick of bitches squawking
Matter fact, psssh i'm sick of talking