(hearts are resilient. this is true in medicine too. sometimes this happens and someone's heart stops. she can be dead for a few minutes and they can bring her back to life. she has another chance to love. i have seen this more than once.) so let's fuck (the special effects, the pretense around sex, the fact i can't label you "ex"): i sleep but i get no rest let's get freaky in the dark! feed the picnic to the sharks! then leave me freezing in the park! this is just performance art! i'm just an actor: PERFORMANCE RAPTOR! T-REX! i want you to want me just for meaningless sex i want your toxic wasted taste, yes? someone to share showers and fluids and toothpaste and the rest leave the cap off, clip it in my brain: a bullet to the head well describes this pain i don't want you to love me back, love kills i just Kanye shrug off: Atlas back, Rand will i want to think about you every single day! i wanna need your help in every single way! i wanna believe that you're a really good lay! and i wanna fake that everything's A-okay! it's just performance art, i'm not even rappin none of this is true, none of it really happened i’m just playin a part, i’m a terrible actor none of this is true, none of it really happened i wasn't raped on the streets of LA i didn't call you from the hospital to hear you say "lauren who?" cuz my phone wasn't in evidence no memorizing your number: irrelevant! i spent two years on you for the hell of it we all know your name but i'm not tellin it you hear me say "help"? i was yellin it! fine, then i'll write this shit in a book... and i'm sellin it cuz you know i'm mad rich, scratchin a bad itch spent all my time on a fad, bitch spent all my time on a fad, bitch can i get some attention? i want some fuckin attention! pop the Ambien and let's put a dent in! are you fucking repentin? now i'm like wine, fermentin give a girl a drink, she lose the will to think and she'll need some rhymes to go with it give a doctor your heart, she'll take it apart, and she'll leave some shrapnel bits in it shrapnel bitches, rap and bitches, wrapped in bitches bitches and rap and bitches enrapt in bitches: shrapnel, bitches! this is the facts: no snitches fictitious! what is this?! mappin fat witches to Nixon! nothin left mixin here for you worth fixin in fact i'm pretty sure it's fiction -- addiction -- and not even you, bitch, that i'm missin it's just performance art, i'm not even rappin none of this is true, none of it really happened i’m just playin a part, i’m a terrible actor none of this is true, none of it really happened this drugged doctor fucked up cuz i knocked her pills off the dresser when i rocked her killer numb feeling when i shocked her finger on a trigger like i'm cocked, yessir not over you cuz i'm still not sure sittin around waitin like i'm docked hurr stuck like a middle school locker cold shoulders just get me hot (burrrrn) so next time i decide to die and then come back to life i’ll walk streets unshy, dry eyes, and i’ll be carryin a knife i’ma cut off his balls and while you’re bystandin (what gall) i’ll plant ‘em between your legs where shit grows ripe even then i hope you can still sprint to your car and then i hope you’re admitted quickly to the ER cuz when i said i’d always care it meant i’d never mar this shit we had with thoughts of “she’s hard up in the hospital, should i see her?”

this is for everyone with too many words and no one to give them to so they keep you up at night and if you're like me and you can't sing i give you permission to sling words, hurl bells (ring!), wake 'em up sting 'em til they give a fuck about you impossible's never true fling your poetry 'til your face is blue this song is still about you when you try your best but you don't succeed i'm just waiting to get better when you get what you want but not what you need tell me: should i be afraid of me? when you feel so tired but you can't sleep i'm just waiting to get better stuck in reverse and the tears come streaming down your face i'm just waiting to get better when you lose something you can't replace tell me: should i be afraid of me? when you love someone but it goes to waste i'm just waiting to get better could it be worse? in one night, jaded: standin upright to hastily wasted in this space waitin Patient for the sight of trauma satiated "see me! abate this! " i prayed it. and had faith. shit. your absence is abrasive mouth still spittin out this taste in it white walls stained with my perpetual plight and i hate it you're evasive. i'm incubated. frightened with breath bated visitation rights are only for the wife and we never dated still woulda been more than nice if you'd have made it and i will try i'm just waitin to get better to fix you in and out of class, years passed i didn't notice i asked, "you love me?" exasped you said, "focus." there's nothin i won't miss. each new love's a cold kiss, bad blood, bad breath, halitosis. an excuse to relapse feelin hopeless, rhyming crass and too fast: roadrunning's how i blast the urge to stay broken. aghast, i purge. Hell, i already wrote this. it's no miracle remedy, no hocus pocus i'll have to ask myself just... who's the hostess of this calamity and why can't we co-exist? you're the doctor, you tell me. i paid my fee. diagnosis this. cuz i'm just waiting to get better tell me: should i be afraid of me? in Spanish "take care" is "cuidate" bitch. mind panicked i ravage cabinets in aftermath damage, liquor wreaking havoc on quilted fabric of past not built to last: drastically disastrous. heart bypassed, sickness moves south: gastric the moment's past, trick. i asked, pick me pick me pick me. thank god you didn't so i could write this lick, see it's just the art that keeps my skin thick, believe even with my heart on it there's tricks up this sleeve i'm not like the movies at the end of this fantasy kitty cat's no pussy my beauty turns beast when you try your best but you don't succeed i'm just waiting to get better when you get what you want but not what you need tell me: should i be afraid of me? when you feel so tired but you can't sleep i'm just waiting to get better stuck in reverse and the tears come streaming down your face i'm just waiting to get better when you lose something you can't replace tell me: should i be afraid of me? when you love someone but it goes to waste i'm just waiting to get better could it be worse? lights will guide you home and ignite your bones lights will guide you home and i will try i will try to fix you i will try to fix you to fix you you said, "there are things you are afraid of, most of them won't happen," true cuz were you wrappin me in love i wouldn't be rappin i'm afraid of my pillow, i'm afraid of sleep the day heals but you're there to break my heart in a dream i'm afraid of future, i'm afraid of dad's disease i'm afraid i'll get everything i want and nothin i need i'm afraid to recuperate halfway, with no feeling not afraid to die but can't live forever unhappily "some of them might happen, you will probably cry if they do" sometimes people die, it's stupid but why i say "i love you" "and then i'll tell you what happens, you cry a whole lot" i do! i did! bought Kleenex stock to mop the snot "and the next thing is you get up" no matter how rough "and start over" lights will guide you home (there are things you are afraid of. most of them wont happen. some of them might happen. you will probably cry if they do. this is what has happened to me a bunch of times. then ill tell you what happens. you cry a lot and then the next thing is you get up and start over.)

i dunno bout the 212 cunt rantin bout inanimate objects: bluntly speakin Licki eat little piggy rap runts don't do this for a living so fuck a number one. when i get ahead we're not friends i'ma lady, you tramps slurp spaghetti when i'm gettin head i'm all zen your sloppy Joe pussy a contentless pot crocked on basic Bettys you all domestic bitches, even Aladdin cookin with jasmine. i'ma confess this shit is stupid, All-American fads that win: lovin pussy's a sin. VNasty in prison. taxing Lauryn. you got beef wit Lil' Kim. oh. yeah. and. your shit YouTube vid hit a million. violence at the hands of men? six in ten. i'm talkin other trends. i love Eminem but y'all taught me how women hate women. then. ain't i allowed to say somethin? I don't wanna not be me to be pretty, get to know me It's Licki wit Jacked, now Get Co.Z I don't have to not be me to be pretty, get to know me It's Licki wit Jacked, now Get Co.Z i am pretty; super fit, see? i am witty, and licking gets me paidand i pity any girl not eating me tonight rah rah i ain't no dungeon dragon rah rah i ain't no dungeon dragon ha ha more like a wolf in a cabin eatin little red hoods and leavin 'em to madmen rah rah i ain't no dungeon dragon rah rah i ain't no dungeon dragon ha ha more like a wolf in a cabin eatin little red hoods and leavin 'em to madmen Maria, i just met a girl named Maria there was Nina (a squealer), and Lena now: Azaelia, Xtina, Rihanna and Bieber. what? that pretty face got a peener?? then Aaliyah, a ghost but i still feel her I don't wanna not be me to be pretty, get to know me It's Licki wit Jacked, now Get Co.Z I don't have to not be me to be pretty, get to know me It's Licki wit Jacked, now Get Co.Z i am pretty; super fit, see? i am witty, and licking, gets me paidand i pity any girl not eating me tonight I'm trying sell the raps but all these crackahs see is white Is he more like Mac Miller or Marshal Mathers on the mic Can we boil that too crack, can we package that right Can we lie about the facts, and just buy up all the hype? And feed em all the lies, like "freedoms on the rise" It's okay to be gay on bravo from 3 to 9 But you can't both be wives, and you can't both be husbands A husband can cheat on a wife though cause who doesn't You learned it from the media, or maybe from your family Get a primary less bias source, compare the three Listen, and make your own fucking decision Or be the man the man tells you be in submission If you can't take heat then get the fuck out the the kitchen Yes I'm bitchin but can you see the big picture I'm stichin If these informants are criminals I gotta be snitching They control your world, can you catch the drift I'm pitching I deal the truth, I think it's illegal They make more money off less informed people Here's the Church, here's the steeple And the people outside are different, call 'em evil Now companies are taken over, as religion breaking so your Daughters getting making over, while you're eating bacon over steak over fake ass bullshit crap Then you go and ask God why you're fat (damn. Jack..) Sorry bout that You hear about Nicki, but not about Licki Is she too gay cause she admit she lick clitty? No, we think Azaelia and Kreayshawn are pretty But Lauren just ain't the dumb bitch type witty Marketing is shitty, she should hire Diddy But he would pimp her out like JT wit janet's titty I don't wanna not be me to be pretty, get to know me It's Licki wit Jacked, now Get Co.Z I don't have to not be me to be pretty, get to know me It's Licki wit Jacked, now Get Co.Z i am pretty; super fit, see? i am witty, and licking, gets me paidand i pity any girl not eating me tonight rah rah i ain't no dungeon dragon rah rah i ain't no dungeon dragon ha ha more like a wolf in a cabin eatin little red hoods and leavin 'em to madmen rah rah i ain't no dungeon dragon rah rah i ain't no dungeon dragon ha ha more like a wolf in a cabin eatin little red hoods and leavin 'em to madmen

this song is dedicated to a girl i pretended to love Licki Ucroj she'll probably like... write a song about it or something i hope it sucks. it'll probably suck. um, ok, so i'm twenty five, i'm pretty fly, i'ma doc but pills got my brain all fried couldn't tell you quite if i'm dead or alive took eight years to complete my 'college try' it'd do me somethin right to get some exercise life-size Buddha look-alike, masquerading wise lips say "love you," smizing eyes reveal lies this affair's got rules, and you gotta comply Licki little lady nothing good comes free sad for you cuz you ain't got much money when i take you out please save no receipts can't have a paper trail followin, see? and so basically i'm just doin me sometimes you cuz, damn. you sexy! you'll have lots of loves soon and forget about me whachu mean "how?" c'mon now, be easy. i send a lotta secret e-mails but erase them nobody'll ever know that i'm chasin Licki pussy clean Licki pussy squeaky fuck pills everytime she in my bed i'm tweakin and it's the weekend and she a freak then girlfriend outta town, snitches leakin but i'ma peek in bed sheets seeping we getting deep in ain't the one i'm plannin on keeping but i'm geekin! omg i love you Licki, i really do but 1+1 girlfriends equals, um... two! and okay maybe nothing i ever said was true but i was just doing me, and now, mewithoutYou i think i'm Beyoncé: i'ma (i'ma) diva nah just a con artist: Frida coupla bitches might call me cheater why bother with love? this so much cheaper i give great advice. wholly preacher. biggest competition's a kindergarten teacher basically a (twenty)five year old attention seeker Licki whines 'bout me? god, don't believe her did i deceive her? eh. minor detail never held a real job; i work retail: buy gullible females on presale send cute snail mail to nail a jail 'round a pale heart so stale it's frail: a hole-y grail. done. derailed. you blind? BAIL. dot dot dot. that's "you failed" in Braille. don't pick up the phone. i'm unavail. i send a lotta secret e-mails but erase them nobody'll ever know that i'm chasin Licki pussy clean Licki pussy squeaky fuck pills everytime she in my bed i'm tweakin and it's the weekend and she a freak then girlfriend outta town, snitches leakin but i'ma peek in bed sheets seeping we getting deep in she ain't the one i'm plannin on keeping but i'm geekin! omg i love you Licki, i really do but 1+1 girlfriends equals, um... two! and okay maybe nothing i ever said was true but i was just doing me, and now, mewithoutYou i always have very vivid dreams when i travel you are in everyone one of them i'm watching you livid, not stopping the unravel but dammit i'm sorry i just wanna be friends i'll fix this (i'll fix this) don't you miss this? (would you still kiss this?) i miss you, i hope you're well but every night you remember me at all will be hell i'll write you a postcard, i'll send you the news from the house down the road from choosing not to choose you're not the one i want, not the one for me guess i'm sorry i lied, more sorry you believed just how long are you gonna stand here and plead? i have a gift card to j. crew, there are some things i need your fate's sick: i can't cure any dis-ease it's basic: no place for you, sweetpea; you have to leave i send a lotta secret e-mails but erase them nobody'll ever know that i'm chasin Licki pussy clean Licki pussy squeaky fuck pills everytime she in my bed i'm tweakin and it's the weekend and she a freak then girlfriend outta town, snitches leakin but i'ma peek in bed sheets seeping we getting deep in she ain't the one i'm plannin on keeping but i'm geekin! omg i love you Licki, i really do but 1+1 girlfriends equals, um... two! and okay maybe nothing i ever said was true but i was just doing me, and now, mewithoutYou

now i lay me down to sleep the Lord i pray my soul to keep if i should die before i wake i pray the Lord my soul to take in your bed i'm sick of my head i'm sick not dead yet, stupid, just licked Lauren's term might end exterminate her little friend take the fumigator and then tonight's for wine and dine and dyin rhymes designed to pine for the stars to align i never sleep tight put up with all but can't put up a fight the bugs the drugs the love they all bite i'ma shake you off though get up on that horse ride into the sunset look back with no remorse there's no point to sleeping bed bugs drug horizontal mistook sex and blood for love the Lord would never take this soul my glass fillin cost my vision at the alter of frothy religion hittin Casper ceilings causes frost-driven, frozen meaning jaws believin they can unpause the thaw and heal me cursed so i'm the rawest livin verses the rawest written lips pursed, they lost all feelin but swore first not to give in reverse what God's willing disperse the shots at women devices lost to botched decisions posh vices? i flock to 'em self-made villain cold-blooded ego killin bone chillin mind's laws keep me imprisoned in prison lions tigers bearing kittens all sick, shit. i've been bitten licking wounded mittens all my wires crossed within and spit's unholy water washin children tossed a million from milk carton coalition am i forgiven? for goin missin? been sloshed from the beginning i'ma shake you off though get up on that horse ride into the sunset look back with no remorse there's no point to sleeping bed bugs drug horizontal mistook sex and blood for love the Lord would never take this soul how should i presume? again. how should i presume? again. how should i presume to end? how should i begin again? how should i presume? again. how should i presume? again. how should i presume to end? how should i begin again? i'ma shake you off though get up on that horse ride into the sunset look back with no remorse there's no point to sleeping bed bugs drug horizontal mistook sex and blood for love the Lord would never take this soul broken sundown fatherless showdown gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah i suck dick lose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls river sweep away my memories of children’s things a young mother’s love before the yearning song of flesh on flesh young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh a young brother skinny and tall my older walks oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping flowers in the water, but i’m just his daughter walking down an icy grave leading to my schizophrenic father weeping willow won’t you wallow louder searching for my father’s power

ain't a single white female rapping like this spitting back the poison of an attacker's kiss my thesis a call to hold myself up by my own wrists prematurely miss the one man who always held me in his still break my neck trying but i just can't die actions speak louder but i'm paralyzedbone tired, sun comes and stunned, i can't rise tongue tingling, not fun: these life-long lungs on fire they call me smokey taboo i got your name tattooed high like a helium balloon midnight to noon i'm a desert child and mountains make me nauseous still posturing fetal, baby, i'm crying "world" no frills. life is fostering Daddy's girl Will's bothering: "Baby, try to unfurl!" what's real's if Daddy's dying then i'm a dying girl this song's all self-medicating the wrongs i'm Righting then dedicating long to my father to levitate him. Mom alone? The thought's devastating. GONE. life's work just relegated from calm to pawn. (k)nights? race to evade them. and we're too proud to ever debate it. so i rap gifts just so i could say this: repeat fond words until i can take it no wand's magic can keep me breaking dawn on days i regret my waking. yawn, and smile. the feat is faking. oh, little Lawn that's my name and he's my core and he is shaken. that's the lesson-making: do everything right. and. Life will quake it. i like to look up wild at an infinite sky twinkling with diamonds it's true i get depressed in fancy hotel rooms undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness thinking of the night song of your hair premature as evening falls it calls to me interrupted by the sirens in the street this song's all self-medicating the wrongs i'm Righting then dedicating long to my father to levitate him. Mom alone? The thought's devastating. GONE. life's work just relegated from calm to pawn. (k)nights? race to evade them. and we're too proud to ever debate it. so i rap gifts just so i could say this: REPEAT FOND WORDS UNTIL I CAN TAKE IT no wand's magic can keep me breaking dawn on days i regret my waking. yawn, and smile. the feat is faking. oh, little Lawn that's my name and he's my core and he is shaken. that's the lesson-making: do everything right. and. Life will quake it. somedays you're like an anchor on my heart they say that stolen water tastes sweet more like rotten milk and rancid meat to me i prefers when it is free like looking at the stars don't need no fancy cars when we first our kisses sparked yeah i'm afraid of sharks but not the dark you did the music thing and i would never sing wanted to be good enough not to be embarrassing i hit the lottery knowing that you're proud of me this is me on ground, not floundering the sound of things not going how we wanted them is paper thin in my mind it was a win and you? i am you. 5. 8. 11. 22. 27. 32.