Blood pump'n thoughts corrupted
Tastes disgusting?,
This problem that I'm discussing
Heart beat'n, Frustrations percussion
Shouting words , Anguish eruption
Hammer, Gat, Tool
That’s what I'm clutching
Revenges orgasm going on
When I'm Buss'n
Endorphins release while I squeeze my piece
Using my rage as a page in this life
To teach all these wannabes to retreat
Sorrow, a feeling I have yet to endure
Like a dog after first taste of blood
I keep wanting more
Where is this coming from?
From years of being emotionally buried
No place to release
Overload of testosterone, Production of too much adrenaline
Can I stop myself?
NO!
The me you knew, is gone
I swing, I hit, I scratch, I kick, I bite, I stick
I bet I had you going from the first kiss
Hate Sex
IS THE SHIT!!