Oh Well, Pt. 2

Just got surgery round two Still popping pills still thinking how to Kill these rappers it'll come down to Who is iller and I got the flu You got to lose I got to win That's my competitiveness talking again Imma human I'm gonna sin So forgive me for what imma do with this pen Will part two top what I did Don't know but I got a lot in my head I won't even stop when I'm dead Come back as a ghost and drop a new hit That's the only ghost writing I'll accept But is it writing if I do it with my left It's in my name what you expect You don't have to like me but give me some respect Mack's on the beat I'm on my feet Running my mouth on this track like a meet Break this record like I got the speed Now you understand why this song is heat Swamping this beat like a bayou Like I fine tuned all my rhymes though high school Filling em with syllables be iller and killing 'em These last three bars were a haiku times two Just a kid who wanted to run But instead got surgery done That was two times not just one So you'll know why if I use a gun On myself no mental health Had to put that on the shelf So I could use music to excel Not my wealth but how I felt How I felt You can't understand how I feel You don't understand how I feel Alright let's get back into it People are still partying loud But I decided to join them now Went to one and rapped to the crowd But they didn't like I how sound So I sat back and said oh well I said shut up and don't yell If you're dead you won't tell And like Christmas I take no Ls I only win even when I lose 'Cause then I learn what not to choose Please don't listen to the news 'Cause the media has screwed up views But I gave up on that argument 'Cause people think they so confident Like some how they just know all of it Too many idiots I'm alarmed by it But these idiots would be alarmed by me If I was out rapping on the street Facing a charge 'cause I harm the beat Yet I still see you armed with heat You got a gun but won't use it So it's basically useless Not because you can't shoot it But this town has no one ruthless Enough that you need to conceal and carry C'mon man you aren't scary Take a shovel and go bury All your pride you're allergic to dairy Enough of this useless chatter Everyone around me gather I have to ask you an answer When I die where does my soul go after Next thing that I heard was laughter This is no act I am no actor Please don't leave where is your manners Guess I'm the only one who matters So I examined myself closely No one joined me so I'm lonely Then I called the one whose holy And Yahweh called me the homie I swear people heard they should be who they aren't I want them to learn they should be who they are You shoot for the moon I shoot for the stars You're stuck here on earth I'm already on Mars I'm already on Mars All by myself on Mars Rapping all these bars Feeling a bit bizarre Feeling blue like avatar Opening up like ajar Make myself king like czar Who knows if I'll get far Oh well