If I Had Titles I'd Be A Rapper

wake up in the morning
check the clock
vision blurry
cant read it
i reach and grab the glock
head to the kitchen
im already bitchin
fucking itchin
need that prescription
its an issue
grab a cup, fill it up
smash the pill to get my fill
grind it up
it go in the cup

im just another fuck up
its fucked up
im knocked down
dont get up
its not dumb luck
im just a dumb cunt
slit my wrists
lemon juice go in the cut
wipe the blade
dont want the knife to rust
im coming down
i wanna drown
if lifes a game
id deal me out
id fold
i dont fit the mold

its this middle finger up
slit the wrist
grab the bomb
blow it up
flick the wrist
ive never felt so calm
i feel it now
its my time now
light the fuse and grab the nine
bye bye bitch dont waste your time