They figure me a dead motherfucker

But I’m just a mother fucker that wants to be dead. Snow leapord with the lead in his head turning me into a sweater. Bitches use me as their fucking bed spread. I be the silhouette of the sunset. Smoke a cigarette while I compress my depression. I’m trying to get the highest I can get before I overdose and die. My ribs are nothing but an empty cage. Black hole in my chest, Big Bang. A young plague on the tip of a wave. I’m my head I feel like a guest so I’m going to throw it all away because when I’m dead I’ll be nothing but decomposing in a grave. I’m matter but I don’t matter. I can feel my skull shatter from the dull chatter. Brain. Splattered. Grey stains won’t dissolve, gonna have to paint it all