Better Aborted

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Depression.

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released January 24, 2016

THANKS TO THE PRODUCERS:
Kaleb Brand, //YU , LABGUEST, Andreas Asbeck, Trenton Divine, Ray Keystone, Chris Romero, unify

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Death4Thoughts Detroit, Michigan

I'm a 17 year old rapper who raps just for fun. If it becomes a career I would be living my dream. I like to make people happy and I hope my music is relatable to my fans.I don't really aim just to please however. I use music to say things I can't say day to day and release thoughts that I can't really share. Check out my music. I love ya. ... more

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Track Name: Normal
[Verse 1]
Now I'm suicidal
Dopest, got the title
fun uncertified psycho
Jeff Dahmer with the style
But I'm emo in denial
Talking whiter than albinos
Spark the children's eyes like Michael did
Jacky King, no prince, word to Micheal's kid
My hoopty comes with grievances
Blame it on disappearances
18:22 was a hit, bumping in the trunk
Like we're kicking on the chicks
Breaking ribs, make her trip
The cause for miscarriages
That's not cool (not okay)
I'm way too far in one place
I used to think to behave
But lately I'm just not safe
I'm a loose 'ol combination
Of complex conflicting statements
Trying to rap past basic in my basement
Raised the stakes for all my lads that share my taste
All in the bars race
My arms stay plastered to my desk
Releasing hatred and complaints
I strive to be original
Olympics with the syllables
elliptical steps when I'm spitting though
planet fitness flow
Man its slow
When i realize my fears aren't made of lies
Slippin' in depression
Caution wet cause all i do is cry

[Hook]
How do you...expect me to be...happy
In a world.....filled with people like me

[Verse 2]
I can't center one emotion
immobile from self-loathing
My motives have been corroded
Honor roll is more uncertain
and it's all on me
I can't make my mother happy
Cause that's all she sees
I don't have no intuition
But i got loose leaf
And it puts me on cloud nine
Although its white not green
I can't be me cause i am my own worst enemy
I'm always sleeping with my clothes on
Cause I need my heat
something to stay with me
no strings attached, that just won't leave
my skill, willpower, dreams
they all D-I-E
I don't have a freaking talent
I don't have a dang advantage
All I got is pen and paper
even that just makes me average
(Matter fact my skills are lacking)
lived my life to be fantastic (Shackled back, I'm my own captive)
lived my life to be Socratic (I've fade to black from my fanatics)
I'm a faggot seeking passion (Just dramatic and pathetic)
Just like every other savage (And I thought I had the ethic)
On this earth, its kinda tragic (to grow as someone great or epic)
Growing up with pressure (Evidently I regret this)
Insecure, whether or not (but whether or not)
I'm glad....it...
Doesn't matter
as long as reach a standard..
Now I'm acting like I'm a rapper
I just wanna be good enough for once
Track Name: D.I.C (Dead In Chains)
Happily captive,
Capped and collapsed
Crap, that body is flaccid
Slap it with acid, drain the liquidized remains like a laxative
Hack and relax again
Slyly hiding by the junior high
While im attractin' ya pathogens, mass
Dissection, no digression,
Mo' vivisections, euthanize peasants,
With knives, tachyon,
That's my heaven,
Comply less, and you'll meet Wesson
And Smith second slip weapons deep in youre speech cresent,
I teach lessons, leach pests,
and also reek the means to release aggression
A feat to mess with
I'll beat you breathless then feed my brethren
Slit down your chest, and assess exceptions
Its vacancies, and patiently ill wait for your pain to leave
Its insync with me
Stories intertwine
Rhyme as old as time
Mine as old I,
And everybody has alibi
The laws of life
and im a counterfeit Malachi
Spied by spiteful eyes
Not looking for a rise
I end the lives,
Of who infected mine


Wouldn't be surprised if you were aiming for my head
Cause I've been aiming straight for yours
And we just wish that we were dead
That's why we're trash and freaking mental
And we're far from sentimental
We're both ignorant and vengeful
I want you dead in chains, DIC
I want you dead in chains, DIC (5x)
Wouldn't be surprised if you were aiming for my head
Cause I've been aiming straight for yours
And we just wish that we were dead
That's why we're trash and freaking mental
And we're far from sentimental
We're both ignorant and vengeful
I want you dead in chains

Wounds go unbandaged,
Agitations go rabid,
Rabbit nab your whole class
Grab a brat,
Split his back,
Stomp on that,
Two gannets
One granite
Full house
Bob Saget
Im the body bag abbot
Badly packaged brings maggots
Ive seen how life can feed off scraps, savage
I call it your baggage
I call it my habit
Tangents fueled by madness,
Lashes fueled by passion
Gashes stabbed into your faction
Distract myself from my actions
In fact my life needs your trash bits
I strap you to my contraption
Scream at you from your back
I FREAKING HATE YOU
I berate you cause I relate
The embodiment of my traits
that i isolate and I grate
And I bet it feels freaking great
You're a disgrace,
for my sake
You're shaking like Japan's quake
I will take your life
I can't wait
Cause I've been carving kids of my age
Just praising myself that I don't get that fate
I put my heart into my disguise
You gave up, and you don't try
That's what I say
As you cry
Watch the hours crash by as you
DIE
DICK
Track Name: Eulogy
Slice across my wrists
Self punishment it seems
Never go up the stream,
Screw infinite dreams,
I'm Jay Deen's antonym
Barely hot im on preheat, a weenie
My body is a cage,
This music's key tends to free me
I lust silence,
violet dots all on my iris when i open my eye lids
To see violence
Be seen and be quiet
I can barely function with no hunchin'
Hate my guts for nothing, its disgusting
sucking up to rubbish
Out of luck when there's discussions
Of disowning like my mother contemplated
Get ur southerns
conjugated
I'll fillet u with that stainless
Then ill slay you like some venison
Ill slit ya throat and let it spray
Like Axe on adolescent men
erase, who's irate, my mind state
Likes live steak, my classmates are cornflakes
I'm half baked, with pure hate
Stay replacing fresh slates
Facing fates like templates
Yesterday's like the next day
Ill flank to you til ya neck breaks
What they say, what they say
Stains
Leaving stains in my hellbent brain
Plain 'ol insecurities,
Rule me until I'm self slain
I don't digest pain
Its fangs drain all that is lift
Sane leaves me like a mess
Rest is death, death is best
Then I break down like a compound
On some steps, sweater vest
Better yet, "cryer vest"
Don't invest in me,
Especially if you have pestered me,
Tested me,
Threatened me
while collect pet peeves
My property's what I possess
In my chest, but its a mockery
Screw your sovereignty
Screw your sovereignty
Surrounded by these clocks and teens
The soccer team gets glocked and creamed
When i count sheep they're sloppily topped
Its Lewinsky themed
But when im treated like a chicken
I don't make a peep with all this shyness
Face my fate, ill surely taste defeat
I have no guidance
Ill go spineless, blind with rage
But
My body is a cage!
The ring of silence
violet dots all on my iris
Sirens go off of violence
And my stomach, it fills with vomach
I can barely function with no hunchin
Slicing of my wrist
U watched it run
We saw the blood
We saw it comin'

HOOK:
This is what its come to
I got nowhere to run to
My sentence is impromptu
And this is what its come to
I take hell on Earth for you
Let you do the things you do
In self lies, i find the truth
I think its time you get a clue
Of all the crap you put me through
This is what its come to
I got nowhere to run to
My sentence is impromptu
And this is what its come to
I take hell on Earth for you
Let you do the things you do
In self lies, i find the truth
I think its time you get a clue
Of all the crap you put me through
Put this in my eulogy (could you put this in my eulogy)

It's kind of romantic
How life flirts with tragic
Its lovely, static, or savage
However crafted ill have it
Even dramatics
As long as it's in my hands, my plans, ventriloquist with my bucket list
Flip the script for no man
The problem is you,
You children need some self reflection
I belong in a zoo
Next to God and homo erectus
Serpents all on my garden
And if i need to protect it
I will,
but that all that extra shizz don't better my health
Heighten my wealth, or make me feel wonders under my belt
I live to save these lonely kids from feeling how I have felt
No J. Deen
But screw everyone
In the end just myself
I cant throw hate when my estate
Is a glass shell if you can't tell
........
.......
Bitch. Tell.
Track Name: My Therapist Looks Like Halle Berry In That Catwoman Outfit (ft. Masta K)
I've been looking for my soul,
Have you seen it? (Have you seen it?)
It seems to leak with dirty secrets through my lesions,
Breathe deceit complete with demons,
Excrete reason,
Blood streams decent,
Lean, not me, drips deep in sequence


The moon resembles a smile tonight,
We know I'm drowning in denial tonight,
In fright, I might just drown a child tonight,
To save him from my compiled advice.
FACE LIFE.

Keep the blade near cause the pain's all I believe in,
Leave it to cleaver, to be
Meeker than teachers, pain less
Potent than preacher's
Reaper,
Rodent, rogue speaker I am,
Never felt weaker,
A creature leached of all features it seems
Not all ballsy,
Lost my Bene-dick this Easter,
I'm funny-looking,
I need my voice deeper,
You think, no leisure,
I'll stand here on this ledge and edge,
See here to get a teaser,
I question everything, if i leap,
There it'll be easier
I can't wait to die,
But I love my life,
No I hate to lie,
I don't wanna cry,
I'm not victimized,
I feel so deprived,
I've tried and tried,
But there's no where to hide,
I hide inside myself,
Strapped in stealth,
Strapped in suicide,
Is it justified?
Well every day of life is exercise and i don't work my thighs

The moon resembles a smile tonight,
We know I'm drowning in denial tonight,
In fright, I might just drown a child tonight,
To save him from my compiled advice.
face life.

I used to hate depressing tracks until I wrote my own,
Infact in pasts I laughed at runaways,
Until I lost my home,
I'm prone to roam the darkest places,
Lace your sympathy with hatred,
Tasteless skanks are snakes and fake it,
Tell the help get out my face
BITCH
Track Name: Coat Hanger Hotline
Exhausted when i wake
Sustain it to my grave
I'll never go to sleep
Cause i dont trust my heart
Every minute is an hour
Days are weeks, and years are bleak
Im at the peak of self esteem
When i can teach myself to speak
no one thinks im legit
I dont think im legit.
People think i exist
People think im a trip
I think so too on a slave ship
I know where im going
but im too scared to change it
im scared so ill make it
To hell.
If i end it now or end it later
To hell
Freefalling down to see no savior
In hell.
Track Name: Coordinate Planes
HOOK:
I really cant remember your name
And my thighs look like coordinate planes
I beg for death,
i need a breath from this pain,
And i really hope you're feeling the same for i can get in your brain
I really cant remember your name your name
And my thighs look like coordinate planes
I beg for death,
i need a breath from this pain
And i really hope youre feeling the same for i can get in your
Your hands, my hips, i need to feel your lips on me
Your kiss, i drift, i need to feel that ectasy
Your hands, my hips, i need to feel your lips on me
Your kiss, i drift, i need to feel that ectasy

VERSE 1:
Ive been being too submissive to this storm cloud
Im really wishing that it ravage up the whole town
Savage when that band's loud,
talented in self doubt,
Manish when your pants down,
Maverick when i smash out,
I know these ladies keep it lavish with the slouched blouse,
Cash cows, nice mouths, i think i have digressed now,
But theyre shallow, im surrounded by puddles,
It just muddles to mutter subtle
I need all with my struggle, there
Humble and troubled
I dont wanna be a drag,
I just wanna have a lad that wont be mad when i get sad,
Or frame me bad when i just snap
Or call me mad when im upset
Say i love you tween my breaths
While i cuddle on your chest
You think im the best
Never second guess
I think you're obsessed
You think Im a pest
Im depressed,
ill provide you with your stress
Yet I'll always be a yes cause you're nothing but a mess, yup

HOOK:
I really cant remember your name
And my thighs look like coordinate planes,
I beg for death,
i need a breath from this pain,
And i really hope you're feeling the same for i can get in your brain
I really cant remember your name
And my thighs look like coordinate planes
I beg for death, i need a breath from this pain
And i really hope youre feeling the same for i can get in your brain

VERSE 2:
i still get jealous
Call me nick jonas
I got diabetes cause you're sweetest in the lotus
And i lose my footing when im not put in your focus
We feed off of each other
Im a protist, you locus,
My flotus, we're worthless
(...we're worthless)
Im colder than the smoldering of folders unexposed for mostly closure
Ill disclose em, enclosed are all the souls
That i have stolen to feel golden again
These monstrous men,
Im one of them, scandalous
Lookin for candle lit lovin masochists
I consist of panic, out landish shizz, tears, and dominance
It makes me wanna vomit, and comment on howd i get to this
dump her in a second, she'd kill herself
How'd i get to this
Her dependence marvelous, omnious
How'd we get to this
My death would be her honor
We're honorless
How'd we get to this
I trace my coordinates finding ive always been this
...sick

HOOK:
Your hands, my hips, i need to feel your lips on me
Your kiss, i drift, i need to feel that ectasy
Your hands, my hips, i need to feel your lips on me
Your kiss I drift i need to feel that ectasy
I really cant remember your name (babe)
And my thighs look like coordinate planes (aye)
I beg for death,
i need a breath from this pain,
And i really hope you're feeling the same for i can get in your brain

My thighs look like coordinate planes
But i hate myself and im deserving of pain
You think its you, but we're both driven insane
But we're so weak,
I almost thinks its game of
Who can collapse first
And who will enact thirst
Who will relapse worst
At the burst of inapt flirts
Let me be a statistic
flip the switch, rip linguistics
Im equipped with twisted gifts
To get your lips round my appendage
Give me credit cause i said it
almost heartless, im an ugly sight
your so frickin stupid
You cant see that i don't treat you right
all my might leaves with the light
Cause im alone at night with me,
Strangers give cold feet
I sleep in tube socks
Track Name: Nothing.
Contemplating masturbating but there's people home
Trapped in my own living space, the human race wants me Capone'd
Released my throne to reach new highs like methadone
Apartheid on my mind, like there's no speakerphone
I'm on my own, its prolly shown, I'm so alone,
Ive overgrown, I'm thicker boned,
but yet i seem so monotoned
my fans are prolly so annoyed
But I'm trying to fill this void
I ache from head to toe
My nails bleed, I'm paranoid
How'd I get this low
She says with her I act too coy
I tell her life's made her too slow
And time is moving fast
Like all these girls I know
And I hate them for their sass
And they hate me cause I'm gross

But when I make them shake their calves
You should hear them hit their notes
And I watch them dress themselves
And then I don't, Im fully clothed
And I always try to cuddle
But then they always tell me no
as i hang up the chains and mussles
I feel nothing

Tell em imma tell her then I tell her
Now I'm counting grass blades
Near a cascade
Max shade, light's like the bat cave
Im Atlas, with back splints
Black since my dad left
Standing in the past tense
The locksmith to my existence is to end it, it seems
Suicidal dreams mix with girls with bibles, clean
Looking for some self esteem
I told you, id tell her, I telled you, id tell her, i tell her
I'm your worst nightmare, but there's no reason to be scared,
Unless you fight fair
I ache from head to toe
I don't sleep, I don't dream
How'd I get this low
I think my life has lost its joy
It comes and goes, and the comings slow
I plan to make angels laugh

And when I make them shake their calves
You should hear them hit their notes
And I watch them dress themselves
then I don't, Im fully clothed
And I always try to cuddle
But then they always tell me no
as i hang up the chains and mussles
I feel nothing
Track Name: SuckSlurpSlurpSuckSince1998
Im facing my fears
Of facing these years
And erasing my peers
They're there, im here
The man in the mirror
Is just as sincere
As the kid in your ear when you need to be steered
Cause bitch you be swervin'
Get off my Earth if you're urban
Stay off my turf if surburban
Youre sort is so worthless
why i go forth with abortions
Why i stay bleu like im Corbin
Ill leave these kids orphans
No might be they morphin
Into some people id never believe
Concerned with their faces,
They hide, but i see,
Leaving me lonely,
But damnit free
so what's up with me
Never im fine
Eating as beatings
And dishing out rhymes
Feeding these feelings
With slices and time
And stay crusty as fuck,
Like my bread i cant find
Can it ever be mine,
Some pieces of mind,
Or just a peace of mind,
While i wonder, youve blundered,
Cause under your shade, i can say
Cause the sun hurts, you buster,
You're just like my mother and brother
And others, you think that im patient
when im at bottom youre never adjacent
I hate how you act, and your look, and your statements,
Just face it, your basic and toxic,
Im sacred, you fake it
I dont run with no flocks like you do,
This that split flesh music
Like bride and grooms
Horizons move, like hips with the roomy wombs
Or future tombs for crews who think im doomed to lose,
i grew from shoo's
The dude to few
wont choose to prove
don't view to mute
The rude is cute
Dispute my tunes,
They cant they knew,
The 'tude's a roose,
If true you snoozed
Fuck ya

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Give toetags to scumbags
Since 1998