Ain’t Nothin’ But a D Thang
Know what goes well with rap battles between myself and fellow aspiring comic Adam Winans? Severe depression!
Skrillex drop the bass
But I can’t drop the sadness
Sometimes I cry all night
Takin’ Zoloft for the madness
Got therapy bills piling up
‘Cause I got loads of daddy issues
Gotta have a Costco card
‘Cause you know I get down on some tissues
Pour myself a glass of Cristal for the pain
Keep tellin’ mah boys I’m going insane
Write poems on the level of my cousin
He’s a thirteen-year-old
Articulating the darkness of my soul
My prose, you know it’s gold
Gold like I got on my Gucci chain
I eat a lot of pizza to deal with the fame
Got trouble with the datin’
‘Cause the girls know I’m a self-hatin’
Sad sack of beans that cries while I’m masturbatin’
I hop in my Rolls Royce
To talk to my doc
But he’s overbooked
Like Ryan Reynolds’ cock
Eat cereal by the box
In big fuckin’ bowlz
Only my man Captain Crunch
Can understand my sadness and my woes
Reminds me when I was a kid
Drankin’ that purple drank
Shit was simpler then
For that I got my momz to thank.
