Nixon's Cassette

I fuckin' hate you
And I hate me too
I dream of death every day
I'm never making it through
I feel the walls close in as my skin turn blue
And then I do it and do it again
'Til I meet my doom
I guess I knew
That I was destined for something greater
A higher power testing the waters of kids in danger
They change up
But they face up
With a gauge up
To the cranium
Homicidal thoughts in my brain they keep on playing 'em

And I guess I feel a little hazy
Look for safety
But ain't nobody mind or soul 'bout to fuckin' save me
I may be deranged, but I just can't change
Suicide calls gotta go out with a bang
And everywhere I look I want death, doom, destruction
Propane bombs, when I pull up at the function
The huntsman
The sitting ducks are the prey
Feel the wrath of the kid when I'm filled with rage
Dear diary
As I write these lines, my mind tries to define everything inside
But its not that simple and I don't know why
I can't stop won't stop, 'til I bleed them dry
Duffel bag, packed stacked
With the goods I craft
And the trench coat hang at the top of the rack
Ain't nobody know a thang
I'ma leave it at that
The people had their chance and I'ma finally snap
They gonna, say my name with a sprinkle of fear
And blame games and other thangs as they may appear
The truth is, I'm a lonely motherfucker
A self loathing freak in the mind of the white cap suckas
Tomorrow I'm about to play god
Decide whether or not to make make the heart beats stop
Write the book of history my name on lock
Tonight I dream of infamy I take my shot

Damn right, I hate the life that I live
I got zero motherfuckers that'll call me a friend
I wanna, show the world what the system did
You never know when a kid's gonna snap like this
Damn right, I hate the life that I live
I got zero motherfuckers that'll call me a friend
I wanna, show the world what the system did
I want 'em all to say my name with the fear of the kid