Cruel Joke

We all have friends we can trust, right?

Naw, f**k em I don't need em.
They ain't show no actions-
Only speaking.
Shut em up with some dick feeding,
Swallow these nuts, you damn weaklings.
I ain't a King-
I'm a God.
An outlaw, so flawed-
But I'll split a fuckers top like a strippers bra.
Godzilla of the East.
You should of just paid homage instead of wake a beast from his sleep.
I saw reality and hated it,
Tried evading it,
Only to realize I can't change this s**t.
I can only change myself- the thought was legit.
Revelations through concentration,
The only person worth loving was me-
Like being surrounded by ugly chicks and choosing masturbation.
This is just a demonstration,
Of the insanity that's been accumulating.
All this aggravation at the status quo's lack of education.
Is equal to a void in sympathy,
A passion towards simplicity,
In which we don't give a f**k about our neighbors-
So don't even mention saving the city.
Now I'm gritty and on my grind,
Reanimated corpse, call me Frankenstein.
I was on that decline-
Contemplating homicide,
Don't push my buttons cause that side isn't bound to completely subside.
I'll still smack a b***h for talking s**t-
Stomping a butt like a dropped cigarette.
Check my manuscript-
This is my lyrical bible-
I live by my words,
And if at first you don't agree I'm not afraid to use violence to make you concur.
Quote that.
I'll make you lose your voice like Gilbert Godfrey not being able to Aflac.
These other emcee's are mad whack,
That's why I can't find anyone else worth recording with cause they too busy on the radios ball sack.
And f**k stacks, I don't need the money.
I'm too busy trying to figure out why my perception is never sunny.
I'm blessed, but why does it feel like everyone's trying to take my gifts from me?
Now I've got more issues than perverts got magazines of playboy bunnies.
Ain't that funny...
F*****g cruel joke.