friend of the enemy

Wubz, you killed this shit
 I might get stabbed in the back, hey
 When I die, I will come back, hey
 Ask me why I dress in black, hey
 It just represents my soul
 In the coldness of this world
 Die in a spin or a twirl
 Die because of a rumor
 Drama is fucking absurd
 Flipping a bird
 I just forgive and forget, ha
 Cuss out a bitch like I got some tourettes
 Sneak outside and I light a cigarette
 Sheesh, I am so stressed out
 I might cut my fucking neck now
 People wanna obsess now
 All because I got some damn clou-
 It is such a cruel world
 I wanna paint a picture and destroy it
 To show my accomplishments whirled
 I stand inside a closet
 I just scream at a mic
 That's not what I call talent
 I get so damn detached from reality
 I do not notice my own absence
 Sometimes I run out into the middle
 Of the street full of ongoing traffic
 Looking to see who will stop, who will drive
 Just to show that this type of shit happens
 Willing to martyr myself for no reason
 'Cause I wanna go out for something
 'Cause I'ma be damned if I'm committing murder
 And then I just go out for nothing
 For nothing