Don't Go Insane - DPR IAN

I barely get to the graveyard shift on time After pulling another gruelling nine to five I live from credit card to check The paper money's whirling by And I hardly just, just barely, only just survive I'm living on the edge Reality is teetering My mind is on the brink How will I face the day tomorrow If I can't make it through today? I've got nothing left to lose, but my sanity And the right to go insane I got nothing left to lose But my mind I got nothing left to choose So I think I'll go insane My stomach aches from insufficient funds My cheeks are gaunt, my guts are overdrawn My head pounds Starvation's given me the shakes Too much squalor, too much pressure, and now I'm getting pissed I'm living on the edge Reality is teetering My mind is on the brink How will I face the day tomorrow If I can't make it through today? I've got nothing left to lose, but my sanity And the right to go insane I got nothing left to lose But my mind I got nothing left to choose So I think I'll go insane

I gotta tell him I gotta be a man and handle my business I know he's gonna hate me I gotta call 'em What up dawg? What you been up to? Oh yeah, well that's cool, check it out Me and you, we been down for a while right We been here and there, we been pretty tight Somethin' happened last night that you might get upset about But hear me out, I didn't mean nothin by it I'm gonna make this quick I gave your momma this dick I dunno how it happened I just know my nuts and her itch was slappin' I was over there mowin' the grass And I could feel her eyes all up on my ass And then I went inside to make a phone call And there she was with her tittie hanging out her bra One thing just led to another Next thing you know, I'm butt-fucking your mother Please don't hate me But I been fuckin' your mom loose lately Please don't hate me (I'm sorry) I never said I loved the hoe Please don't hate me But I been fuckin' your mom loose lately Please don't hate me (I'm sorry) You never should have trusted a Juggalo Don't hang up, I still got more Your momma gives head like a heroin whore I wasn't thinking about you as my bud When she spread my butt cheeks and went for the Milk Dud We broke out with your grandpa's gin And got drunk, I fucked her with a bowling pin She's freaky, her nipples look like peanuts Your mommas one of my favorite sluts She likes lickin' from the back of my balls To the tip of my dick with one big lick She calls me her big teddy bear (growl) I chase her around in my underwear I'll admit I like spanking her butt I used your sock though to catch my nut Don't worry, I put it back, I knew I better That's probably why your toes been stickin' together hahahaha Please don't hate me But I been fuckin' your mom loose lately Please don't hate me (I'm sorry) I never said I loved the hoe Please don't hate me (please don't hate me) But I been fuckin' your mom loose lately Please don't hate me (I'm sorry) You never should have trusted a Juggalo (please don't hate me) Maybe they call you the Termihater (please don't hate me) If this was a swamp you'd be a allihater (please don't hate me) You could use a cold glass of haterade (please don't hate me) Sure come up, take the ellihater (please don't hate me) Your mom's ass looks like oatmeal yo It's bumpy and grainy, I like the feel though And I ain't trying to diss her either I'm only sayin' that I wish you would trim her beaver some Every hair is like a foot long Bitch looks like a werewolf wearing a thong sometimes It's alright with me though I don't mind as long as I can locate the P-hole And your dad so dumb he's knowing nothin' Here I am stuffin' her muffin Not to mention the pickle buffin' And I hope me and you are still cool I'm spending the night so she can drive me to school tomorrow And we plan on fuckin again, alright, I'll talk to you later Peace Eminem (ooooooh) (D'Zam someone got fucked up nigga) Please don't hate me But I been fuckin' your mom loose lately Please don't hate me (I'm sorry) I never said I loved the hoe Please don't hate me (please don't hate me) But I been fuckin' your mom loose lately Please don't hate me (I'm sorry) You never should have trusted a Juggalo Please don't hate me (Hey) But I been fuckin' your mom loose lately Please don't hate me (I'm sorry) I never said I loved the hoe Please don't hate me (please don't hate me) But I been fuckin' your mother loose lately Please don't hate me You never should have trusted a Juggalo

AMTILB, AMTILB, AMTILB Am fost băiatu' de bani gata, am avut ce-am vrut În fața mea un oagăr a căzut și n-a putut Să înțeleagă cât am suferit, chiar de-am avut Atâția bani, majoritatea celor ce sunt în bani i-a durut Pentru că atunci când i-am pierdut, viața m-a doborât Dar a făcut-o ca să-nțeleg și să mă rup Și drogul mi-a deschis percepția, demon m-a făcut Dar nu uitați că orice demon, e un înger decăzut Decăzut, yeah Fut o pizdă iau banii cu împrumut, yeah Și mi-e greu să-i dau după ce i-am futut, yeah Și mă rup, yeah Ca să pot să uit tot răul pe care eu l-am făcut, yeah Rupt, yeah Fut o pizdă după nici nu o mai sun, yeah Fumez iarbă de la frați, încerc să fur, yeah Și vă spun, yeah Că dracu' e în toți cei care sufletul și l-au vândut, yeah Am fost doar un copil ce pacea mereu mi-a plăcut Am fumat ganja fiindcă starea așa a părut Îngerul păzitor n-a apărut că era rupt De la prea multe tramadoale, regenoane pe un drum abrupt Lumina în mine a fost deși sunt frânt Cea mai rămas din mine e iubire pură, nu mă las înfrânt De la prea multă oboseală din odihnă sunt Azteca, doar un om ce o să ajungă mare sfânt Mare sfânt, yeah Demonul din mine acum l-am doborât, yeah Vreau să fac doar bine fiindcă sunt un scump, yeah Devin sfânt, yeah Ca să pot să scot această generație din pământ, yeah Mut, yeah Munții dacă Sfântul Platon n-a putut, yeah Dacă universul e preconceput, yeah Suntem rupți, yeah Fiindcă totul e în capul nostru, controlează-ți lumea Yeah, două piese în DM Nu pe Insta, pe refren Stau noaptea ca Batman Trag chiar dacă-s lefter La curent ca un ștecher Stau drept ca un echer Avem multe, alegem Avem multe pachete Două piese în DM Nu pe Insta, pe refren Stau noaptea ca Batman Trag chiar dacă-s lefter La curent ca un ștecher Stau drept ca un echer Avem multe, alegem Avem multe pachete Acum nu știu, care-i pe care Sau care-i pe cale să facă nasoale dispar în ziare Zici că sunt un Soare, mă vezi prin dosare Și d-alea penale, nu d-alea banale, am pizde bomboane Dar nu de vânzare, eyy Adevărul e că am trecut prin mult prea multe stări Merg tot înainte fără să am niciun pic de remușcări Eu trăiesc în continuare, fac ce vreau și fără regretări Muncesc doar pentru familie, cadou un lanț la frățior Yeah, două piese în DM Nu pe Insta, pe refren Stau noaptea ca Batman Trag chiar dacă-s lefter La curent ca un ștecher Stau drept ca un echer Avem multe, alegem Avem multe pachete Două piese în DM Nu pe Insta, pe refren Stau noaptea ca Batman Trag chiar dacă-s lefter La curent ca un ștecher Stau drept ca un echer Avem multe, alegem Avem multe pachete