"1 in a 100"

when theres a 100 people in room
and you seem as the odd one
well fuck you too bitchs
cuz all i see is problems
why try solve some
when id rather squash’em
lay low bro
this payload was just a approximate
its enough to blow up the sun
kill you
and them foster kids
whats left of life is now just consequence
it stays
it gains
and remains as monsterous
cuz the spider webbed side effects
are part feeling a little ruined
its as hideous like blood dripping from ceiling room
deep inside its sleepless nights
which is really killing you
when everything you said you wouldnt
you really do
so fuck the ridicule
go blow up your middle school
then head cautious
for you might maybe the person the cops said
died later that night
like i was cruisified and died all across it
look ma and dad
i couple skeletons hidden in my closet
a kid vigilants indifference
being born from the projects
but what is life when one can turn nothing
into somethin
but without hope to upfill the up hill walk to destruction
so fuck this shyt its rubbish
oh how i love this
that chapt feeling when the blood rushes
when you cant escape your hate in anyway
and remain like everyday upset
i suggest you grab a knife
and plunge it into your stomachs
so those fucken butterflies die
and it gets rid of fucken sunsets
living is really being
beneath the missle as it plummets
into your fucken life
and theres nowhere to be running
the end of the world is coming
like end of your girl im cumming
but she dead
so i guess i betta say something about pumpkin
like it wasnt i
it was mr.hyde
ur sister lied it was a totally different guy
so shut the fuck up let me try some untouched subject
and witness the flex fend apon the planet and public
a walking natural disaster and balking often tackwards
also setting the standard for slander and blood shed
fuck you die bitch
why?
so i can live and die in unrest
so sit and pick ur sunset
probability is probably keeping it 100