this is fiction....if u can't handle it grow up
sick homicidal thoughts
sick and nasty thoughts flow throughout my mind
feeling like a killer making up for child hood lost time
i sometimes black out and wake up to a dozen fatality's
its sad when in reality doctor's rule me split personality
real depressed with a chemical imbalance in my brain
BI polar sometimes hyper i get a kick out of seeing victim's slain
throat's slashed, even victim's with toys shoved up there asses
filled with toxic chemicals which set body parts shedding rashes
it's a scary thing when you can't control what your mind processes
you forget one thing, might as well consider it a lost message
never remember it again, because your mind is unhealthy
growing up as a sick boy to a family never wealthy
tortured and beat up all of my life, feeling not wanted
instead of my house it was my mind that was haunted
but these day's it is to late for me, IM suicidal
and homicidal, Charles Manson is my idol
outside IM fearless, but it's my inside's that cry
asking God where i went wrong, did i deserve this? , and why?
oh well to late just kill me now, i'll laugh in hell
but for now that's my story inside this patted cell