Blood On the Pad

Ever been hurt so much, you fall in love with being sad? I'm learning to take the good with the bad Maybe I wouldn't be so heartless if I ever got a hug from my dad Maybe that's why I write until I leave blood on the pad As soon as I pick up the pen, I get to slaughtering The rose that grew without watering Michael Myers with a pen because I'm constantly torturing No brain inside my head, so there's no remorse when I'm attacking my pad and tormenting I'm honest about everything, you'd probably prefer it if I was to mask it up If I was to write Gucci gang a million times you'd lap it up When it comes to talent, how can today's music artists lack this much Stop getting offended, this world doesn't laugh enough I was born without a brain and removed my feelings, so good luck with offending me I'm attacking the pad like I'm Mike Tyson, I don't need anyone defending me For speaking my beliefs they'll try suspending me Well I'm sick of people because they're never who they pretend to be I'm the evil genius No longer dumbing it down for people's convenience I grew up on Nas, Big Pun, Rakim, Eminem and Wu-Tang So I don't care about this generation of garbage rappers or your new slang I'm unsure how so many people can have dumb minds Posting pictures with guns, like the Police can't go online You act tough, but when things get too hot, you'll melt The funniest thing is, you're all snitching on yourself I was dragged through the mud, but I'm back I'm learning to take the good with the bad Maybe I wouldn't be so heartless if I ever got a hug from my dad Maybe that's why I write until I leave blood on the pad