My tongue is sharp like incision.
And scatters every thread of your brain with precision.
I'm as histrionic as the rest of em.
Like many above, I beg for a little and then some.

I'm the self-hate cousin born rotten.
Killin cells from sins forgotten.

And I can take from your broken piece.
Stick it to mine and build a masterpiece.
Your lovin fits soft like silk stiletto.
And sends me straight to the lazaretto.

But I'm a split-tongue trash-talkin *******.
And fallin from one scheme to another.
Spittin the same mistakes from my past.
And trying to find something to last.

Yes I'm gonna end with a risk.
Send my mind way down for a kiss.
Save myself from razor-to-wrist.
Waste away with me in the abyss.