Shh...
Keep your feelings in a jar,
Next to grandma’s ashes in my car.
Heh...
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[Verse 1]
They told me to be kind — I flipped ‘em the bird,
Adopted a puppy just to teach it bad words.
My mom called me toxic — no lie, that’s fair,
She found a note in my room: "Die with care."
Tried therapy once, but the doc wore a vest,
I said, "Smart move — I brought knives to impress."
I make blind jokes at school for the visually scarred,
Then moonwalked into traffic just to raise the bar.
I sell hugs in dark alleys with knives attached,
Told a girl “You’re perfect,” then ghosted her match.
I’m that guy who fakes his own death for likes,
Then shows up at his wake with expired Sprite.
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[Hook – melodic sarcasm]
🎵 I'm off my meds again, can’t feel my skin,
Told the voices, “Move out,” they invited ten friends.
If karma’s real, then I’m the CEO,
Spitting hate mail wrapped in a s*****e note.
I’m off my meds again — tell God to duck,
Cause if I c***h this church, I’ll call it "faith-based luck."
🎵 Laugh at the pain, it’s my oxygen —
Come sing along — I’m off my meds again!
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[Verse 2]
Put a Ouija board on a Tinder date,
Told her, "Talk dirty — or resurrect my hate."
I prank call b**b squads just for a thrill,
Then tip toe through cemeteries for the chill.
My grandma’s will left me fifty cents,
So I bought half a h****n and paid the rent.
I taught kids math using crime scenes and chalk,
And gave a TED Talk on how not to get caught.
They banned me from Walmart for hiding in coats,
Jumping out, yelling “Taxes!” — watch boomers c***e.
My dream job’s being a priest — in Vegas, drunk,
With a slot machine bible and a cross that pumps.
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[Hook – shouted now, more chaotic]
🎵 I'm off my meds again, can’t feel regret,
Slapped Cupid in the face just to place a bet.
If God’s upstairs, then cut the lights,
Cause I’m turning this planet into open mic nights!
I’m off my meds again — therapist ran,
Now I sleep in a coffin with a tan and a plan.
🎵 Laugh at the pain, it’s my oxygen —
Come die with style — I’m off my meds again!
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[Bridge – spoken like a confession]
They said I’m not “mentally stable” —
But neither’s this table I’m tied to.
Oops, wrong rhyme — right crime.
Let’s rewind… nah, too late.
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[Outro – whispered and sung]
🎵 Life’s a joke, and I’m the broken pen...
Writing punchlines in b***d ‘til the end.
So tell your kids not to grow up like me...
Or do.
Depends what you want on TV.