• if she aint mine then i am alone
    i can feel the cold biting into my bone
    just rest in peace, meltone
    shut your eyes and fly into the twilight zone
    watch the darkness grow
    defeat my life with a fatal blow
    nothing can stop me from being a pro
    except the bite marks on my face from this crow
    and a raven on a throne
    belching out a silently horror drone
    voice creeps out in a steady tone
    till i become a lone dead crone

    no one see's whats really behind these eyes
    no one cant talk when they are just lies
    they slashed my horrible heart, killed my cries
    so i got to do my last good byes
    before i get judged and executed in the skies
    no matter what i wake with several sighs
    and i wont stop this till i get twelve lines
    so i can put it up on my grave like neon signs
    i got no heart, she got it in her buys
    though i feel like all the other guys
    and this rhyme will be one of my several tries
    till you all just break your ties

    but you can never say you are better
    cuz i know i can be a trend setter
    i am a billboard of leather
    i got you to copy me like the b***h name heather
    i walk around like i pack a heater
    but i am gentle and i would never be a beater
    talk to me and read this to know i am sweeter
    gave an apple to my teacher
    but i am no pet, i am a leader
    i got stardom, not measured by a meter
    you notice me, follow me, and even hover
    cuz you can tell i am the best kind of lover

    if i dont do s**t then i am going to bawl
    watch my tears drop to the floor
    images of bloody suicide gore
    images of the cold in my core
    my eyes cried till they bled from being sore
    my heart grew wings and soar
    it is gone and i am left with a boar
    i aint s**t if nothin but a bore
    but i will leave you begging for some more
    i got love in my repertoire of lore
    and i rock like a rocker on a bandore
    playing bardic tunes of legend and love of yore

    i make it look easy
    humor me, keep me busy
    i get screwed over and i get drowsy
    then i wake and i always feel lowsy
    just come and get your money, lil sissy
    talking like a little miss prissy
    you got yours and you aint getting mine, seriously
    smack you so hard, get mad, doing it deliriously
    this is what invigorates me, Chrissy
    you're stupid and you dress like Lindsay
    lil prissy trendy one talk so much, make me dizzy
    wish i was talking to my friend lizard, lizzy

    i dont have a lizard, but i do have a buzzard
    flying in circles chasing after this retard
    this is the worse hand in life, got the bad card
    though i am a legend as a scotch irish bard
    poetry in motion it is too hard
    locked up and in a room, barred
    forever burning and never charred
    losing weight so dont call me lard
    i try my best but i declared
    to be the one daring to be dared
    got to live life armed
    or you would be left scarred


    i dont want to wake up dead or alive
    to finish is the thing i strive
    its my goal, my 2 in my top five
    buzzing in my head like a bee in a hive
    death is a pool and i love to dive
    look who just arrive
    its me and i aint no Clyde or Clive
    love god so i am always handing out his tithe
    this is what gives me my drive
    though my spirit is dead in this life dive
    here is what i give out in my vibe
    cuz i live like a voodoo tribe

    till the end of this silent dead crone
    till the end of this silent dead drone
    dead crone