Pain!. Buried so far away. Enter my life of nothing. Sick of the same ol' thing,. so I dig a hole, bury pain!. Sick of the same ol' thing,. so I dig a hole, bury pain!.
I'm shrouded and sedated. Patiently awaiting. For my mind to really calm down. I'm afraid of being hated. 'Cause I'm so jaded. Not like everybody somehow.
You're not the right one dumb damn rapper. Not the right goddamn. Who are you to rap shit take off. And who says you're right. On top you think you'r bomb artista.