Aiyo this is me in my natural habitat. Am I underground or am I just a spoiled brat. I drink a litre of tylenol. Petrol is what runs my role no ethanol. Fuckit. Giving it a 110% but luckily I ain’t gotta pay the rent. School goes on. Switching your mind thoughts on. English German they’re all the same. Gotta do homework everyday but hey. It’s ok cuz in your life it clears a way which you can take. Without having to fake a diploma. And end up in a coma. Cuz you couldn’t pay the dealer…nothing can get realer. Cheaper unless you become a keeper for some ice-hockey team in the NHL. Cuz that will tell you that everything will get well. That you won’t need to sell your wife to get away from the knife. I remember when I was younger and funner. But I was no good runner I could scream like thunder my neighbour was a hunter. Hunting blunting that’s a fun thing. yeh really it is. Aiyo this is me in my natural habitat. Shoot your grandma cuz she looks like a cat. I drink a litre of tylenol. Petrol is what runs my role no ethanol. Fuckit. Bling bling I’m tired of everything. Ding dong I sing a song for this chick wearing a thong. I wanna stay alive I wanna survive and I wanna perform live. I need time. To heal cuz there’s no chance that I will kneel down like a clown and frown. It’s time to cheer not shed a tear but I fear that death is coming near. I can hear it from the rear I can see it clear. I got support from my friends. But everything tends to send me to court. I lock myself in my fort it’s the kinda sort that send me a package of Blends. To my porch lighting a torch to see the world I envy. Everything can be nothing to see this is me. Aiyo this is me in my natural habitat. Shoot your grandma cuz she looks like a cat. I drink a litre of tylenol. Petrol is what runs my role no ethanol. Fuckit. I will tell you about what runs my life. It’s the hate and the rate of thoughts. Living on tequila shots and cuttin myself wit knives. My brain dives into a nothingness. A bottomless hole. Filled with pain and sorrow. No time to borrow a rhyme to make things aight. Cuz it’s pointless. Timeless. I’m tired of this. I wanna be famous. And entertainous. All I see is pain. And all I feel is rain. Hitting my overheated brain. This is insane. How can one person make you feel like this. Make you just wanna diss. And give another one a fake kiss. I approve with this wrist. And remove my foolish pulse. That beats for nothing. At least now you’ll have something. To think about. This will be the last time you hurt me cuz I hurt myself. Then I shout. Fall to the ground. Now things will turn around. Will I maybe be happy now. I bow to thee. The mistress of depressed horror. I’m infested not the least bit interested. In life. This is what will happen now. I will pull out this mag. And aim it toward my head. I will say that you’re a fag. Then I’m dead. Will anyone miss me. Or is the world so full with greed. That people try to keep what I twirled. Aiyo this is me in my natural habitat. Am I underground or am I just a spoiled brat. I drink a litre of tylenol. Petrol is what runs my role no ethanol. Fuckit. Natural Habitat continues until music fades