My mind is all mucked up.
My mama made me fucked up.
No wonder I look bucked up.
They tell me, "You're so stuck up."
So, now, I guess your luck's up.
It's time to tell you what's up
and spill out all your contents
like I knocked over a full cup.
You told me, "Speak your mind.
There's no need to hold yourself back."
You're either out your mind,
or you're smoking on some good crack.
I'll start off by addressing
the mere fact that you are so whacked.
You think you're hot shit,
but it's clear that you have no tact
and no brain.
Your methods only served to make me insane.
The beatings and beratings.
All you did was bring me much pain.
To what end?
Humiliating me until I broke and cried.
Leading me to think that I was crazy,
'til I'd wish I'd died.
Telling me I'm "selfish"
when I pushed myself to make you happy.
Making me feel worthless
'cause you're feeling very low and crappy.
Blaming me for breaking up the family?
Bitch!
I worked so hard to keep it all together,
running strong.
Hell, I worked the hardest.
Kept it to myself,
though I'd always get the urge to shout it.
Many nights I'd cried myself to sleep
after praying 'bout it.
So, you dare to come at me
with the gall to claim me wrong?
You don't have the bloody right,
so go elsewhere with that song.
Your opinions mean nothing,
and your "facts" are incorrect.
See, the lot is dead to me
and I've paid them my respect.
So, I mean it all, you dumb bitch.
Go run and tell'em that, snitch.
It will not make a difference
'cause my mind is set and won't switch.
My family loves to talk shit.
Well, I'm a tough opponent.
This leaves you feeling raw?
Come and get some if you want it.
Remember that I'm "crazy,"
and not to mention "lazy."
Told my dad not to save me
because I wasn't worthy.
In childhood you would beat me
to "teach" me "how to fight."
I can "teach you how to die" now.
Come learn it if you'd like.