When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell

Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tellIt don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodiesDressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodiesGod will probably have me on some real strict shitNo sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick lickedHangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradiseFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot diceAll my life I been considered as the worstLyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purseCrime after crime, from drugs to extortionI know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortionShe don't even love me like she did when I was youngerSuckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hungerI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my liesMy babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshitThrow the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shitAnd squeeze, until the bed's, completely redI'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah headThe stress is buildin' up, I can't,I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mindI want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' meNaw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New JackExcept when I cross over, there ain't no comin' backShould I die on the train track, like Remo in BeatstreetPeople at the funeral frontin' like they miss meMy baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm goneShe knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' onI reach my peak, I can't speak,call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.