The Grand Finale

[Verse 1]
These people wanna see me write my suicide letter
Yeah life is pretty cool I bet death is better
Put my head on the pillow, I'll rest forever
Give my friends a good reason to get together and chill
It has to happen cause my brain is a little bit ill
Feelin' like I'm tweakin and I can't stand still
Fuck drama and judgement I've had my fill
And there's a demon inside me that's gotta be killed
So I take out the razors and line em up
Open up the closet and find the gun
(Load it!) Picture the gun unloadin' blowin'
A chunk outta my skull and then the blood pourin'
It's all in my head now, but it'll be real
Once I sip on this liquor and pop these pills
I guess that ain't enough just rippin' the booth
And now I'm bittin' on the barrel till I'm chippin' a tooth
Come on!

[Hook x2]
They don't want me around
They rather see me in the ground
And struttin around the town
Let me tell em
I'mma help em in a minute
One bullet can just diminish
All the pain they'll be feelin'
When my brains are on the cellin'
Right now

[Verse 2]
Right now I don't feel right in my own brain
I rather be sippin' liquor with Kurt Cobain
Bite the barrel let the motherfucker go bang
And blow brains all over the window pane
I'm insane and maybe that was my downfall
My brains a little to the left like a southpaw
I don't now why I let these people affect me
And why I can't do anything now, except bleed
Cause they don't see me as a human, it's a damn shame
Just another simple face in the rap game
Got a bullseye imprinted on my damn brain
Pop my top like a cheap bottle of champagne
Where my brain used to be is a dead hole
Put a razor to my wrist, let the red flow
I don't wanna hold on, I wanna let go
Hold a bloody triger to my head baby let's go
(gunshot)

[Hook x2]