Upon request, people wanted to see some of my rap lyrics, so here it is

The Experience

I'm in kind of a pissed off mood because f uckers come in my room
Coppin an attitude thinkin' I'm a think something new
Than i did five minutes ago, so now i think about sh it I wished I didn't know
How does it feel being the friend of a fu ck up
Thinkin it's your fault when your boy's cut up
All my ex-girlfriends are such damn suck ups
That just wanted to f uck with me, they're stuck up
I know i'm going to hurt you, don't think I meant to
Was i sent here for something, tell me what do to
Don't make me feel like sh it when i get pissed
You couldn't imagine livin' a f ucked up life like t his
Everytime I hurt someone it's unintended
My words mean sh it b itch i didn't want you to get offended
But why would you bring back my domestic violence
And act sarcastic when my tears bring silence
That's pretty sh itty b itch, fu cking me up for no reason
Then tell me to suck it up when my wrists are bleeding
Please don't think I only attack bit ches and not boys
But compared to jagged words, uppercuts are toys
You can't break this body motherf ucker it's already broken
Take a snap shot of myself cryin' with eyes wide open
I know my rhymes suck but i gotta get this sh it out
If you don't like it, then turn me off or try to shut my fu cking mouth
I love pissing you fu ckers off, it makes me laugh
When you get all wound up and threaten to break me in half
Half the shi t i say is metaphor to strike a chord
It's not my fault you're acting like such a wh ore

Right now b itch I feel like less than sh it
with this gun in my hand I guess this is it
i try to make sh it in my life a laughing matter
But i still get cut up when the fu cking mirror shatters
I'm a scared little kid, so naive and innocent
But you start sh it and never want to finish it
Try to make me feel bad because you're a bitch
I guess you're right when you said I was a prick
Now I'm throwing up my guts, my hardened stomach's sick
My heart will plummet in my stomach
So if you see my IV needle please just cut it
I want the lights to go blank and the world to end
But somehow now I'm waking up again
Before you start talking, think about what you'll say to me
Say that sh it, you better get the fu ck away from me
If you want to step up you better make it something
But you don't talk sh it if you ain't packing nothing
It's a riot now outside your house with clenched fists pumpin
Until the beat gets shot, everybody's jumpin'
So back the f uck off or let's go break down
If you want sh it with me then start sh it now
Don't beg for my fu cked up life or I'll beat your ass around
But if you want to make a bastard b itch, I'll show you how

hey hey kiddies, daddy's back home from work
Now I can look up my daughter's skirt
Act like a jerk and indulge in the flirt
Back the f uck off son, you might get hurt
I'm gonna strip you the fu ck down naked
Put you on a tape and now it's sacred
See your ass, I guess I'll rape it
Make fun of me because I'm so f uckin hated
See you don't know what the fu ck real pain is
In the bathrooms gettin pissed on by other kids
They say they didn't Mommy, I swear they did
i don't give a fu ck son, stop actin like a sh it
I can think of 6 reasons why I should runaway
6 Days in an institution, day by day
I guess i'll count them one by one
Man fu ck this sh it, I'm done, where's my gun?
*gun shot*