Abysmal

Like the fuckin' lamb of god, yo I've come to break the seals
Unleash upon the earth, a flow that's bred to fuckin' kill
And I'm countin' up the bills, and I'm swallowin' the pills
If it's the season of the sickness, then ya boy is fuckin' ill
Terminally unique in my mental fuckin' still
Stranger by piece, and this puzzle's so unreal
Feastin' on the meak, in a world that's meant to wilt
Never meant to be, lord knows I feel no guilt
Severance of soul, or severance of self
I put myself through hell, like I'm livin' off the doubt
If heaven's to the north, then you know I'm headed south
It's just another thing I'll never write home about
Yo a mess obsessed with death, and I'm dancin' on the edge
Dare myself to jump, and to meet the bitter end
But I'd rather buy a shotgun, and eat a little lead
It's like Flatbush said, yo I'm better off dead
Well wait just a minute, yo back it up a bit
If you're dredgin' through the rot then you'll find yourself amiss
Well there's nothing that I've lost, that I'll ever come to miss
In this dreadful mess of thoughts, you'll find a glimpse of the abyss
Nothing to be heard, or nothing to be seen
I meander from the depths, for a soul to reap
Looking dead as fuck, as I writhe and seethe
Screaming, "RIP Aqua Teen"
I listen to the woes, as I fucking fade to black
Reminiscent of the old, darker days and cold boom bap
Disposition in repose, alley ways and spray paint cans
Hip hop's fucking dead and cold, and I'm a necrophiliac