Open Mic: Stacy Crazy

Every time I pick up the pen I get fed up
Every rhyme is harder to setup when im dead inside I letup
Its time to grow up but these thoughts let the nut out
I don’t chase clout but my souls as dark as a stout
You know what im talking about she drives like audi
So this bitch had me outie n now im wild and routy
Bitch I’m weigh’n in this world because she was stacy crazy
Had me acting funny to even the fucking mail lady
Fuck you Pam Brady maybe I’m just acting shady
Or I’m just martian constantly marching a foot soldier
But I will never get the closure as to how you are bipolar
And I hate giving you exposure so I must keep my composure
Im not bitter in this sweet symphony nor is it a love letter
Nothing would be sweeter than to see you deader then hitler
Ima bull loose with antlers battering ram me ina jeep wrangler
Call me the strangler because im serial killing John Harvey
Kelloggs special K stiffer than Nick Lachey’s ex barbie
Is it chicken or tuna it doesn’t matter because he was stiffler
But my flows quicker than everlast dying on quitter
Honkey I hit em up