(Part I: Mush)

Little too basic little belated

Debated while my heart deflated

I'm rated zero outta five stars

In life general I don't mean a lot

Brain is mush at the end of the day

Don't call me on your phone ain't no parade

Find me in the sewer leaking toxic waste

Pouring all the way out of my face

Lace up my shoes then I start the race

In a straight direction ain't no debate

Four thousand fucking miles away

In a straight direction ain't no debate

Brain is mush at the end of the day

(Part II: Doozy)

Could you ever just stay away

Ain't showered in at least a day

I can smell it from ya face

Please wait as I narrate your

Death in a real harrowing way

That's what I said I ain't gonna sugar-coat

A different response to some stupid dope

The real truth bouta get sucked in

In your damn mind could hear all the time

Never had a whine to give or to chime

Little loser boyfriend abuser, yeah the emotional accuser

It's a real damn doozy hope you drown in a jacuzzi

By the way, you seem to have an IQ like your in the third fucking grade

So imagine waking up, feeling like your emotionally stuck

To a meal that sucks, so you starve yourself is that enough?

No so you cut yourself, no damn given about your health

So have I lost myself? Maybe that's for you to tell (oh)

(Part III: Sublime)

You can't make me do anything

What to do or what to say

Gotta a lot of problems

And you ain't on my plate

Please please just stay away

Go down to your dark estate

I'll just die in my grave

You say you care but that's not true

Ill intentions have got you

To lie to loath to cry

Part of you dies a little inside

Cause when I spit this rhyme

That you won't hear that is fine

Cause ill be feeling a little sublime

You can't make me do anything

What to do or what to say

Gotta a lot of problems

And you ain't on my plate

Please please just stay away

Go down to your dark estate

I'll just die in my grave