[Madd Kapp] Sweet Misery, you know that we in love with each other And I'm your company, like we fuckin belong to each other Two peas in a pod, peanut butter and jelly Balogna and mayonnaise, alligators to Everglades Lollipops to kids, that's how you and me is Every time that I'm doin good you gotta get in my shit You fucked up my rap career, and fixed me up with a bitch And 10 months down the road, she suckin somebody dick Then I leave her, and her big brother said that I used her Now he beefin, even though I ain't do shit to her A victim of circumstance, addicted to percodans Burnin myself with cigarettes, cuts all on my hands That's not suppoed to happen, I thought I was only rappin But people take this shit serious, ruinin all the magic Over some shit that I wrote, drunk on a tablet I'm sorry world, I guess it's just one of my bad habits
[Hook] Sweet Misery, your company is killin me You got me wonderin who will it be When where or why I'll die Miss Misery, do I deserve the pain Or can I really be, happy in this game Or is it fantasy, or should I even bother to try
[Madd Kapp] Ladies and gentlemen, you heard this befo' Every problem that ever came from child support My little girl gettin told I'm an asshole How can I be when I don't get to see her though There's Miss Misery to come to my aid (Everything is gonna be okay) But I drank too much today And now I know the pain that Eminem felt Family problems make me wanna tie a knot in my belt Even my friends actin like they don't know me I haven't changed, you better check yourself out homey Cause I'm just sick of all the rumors and lies You don't think I give a shit then take a look in my eyes Everytime that we argue, it's like a part of my heart dies It's like I'm cursed with emotions, senses on high Deep down in the soul I wonder why All this shit happens to me and not the other guy
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[Madd Kapp] Goodness gracious, I'm hunted by haters Locked in my studio and it just ain't spacious Feelin claustrophobic, I'm encased in a tomb I'm surrounded by my demons in this makeshift room I can hear the angels, but I'm still in the dark And I don't ask for much Lord cause you done made my heart It's not a game, you know I really mean these words I'm kind of bitter, brokenhearted from the shit that I heard With the he-say she-say shit ain't accurate Passed down from the mouth with the stench of flatulence Ass gas, just to annoy the Madd Kapp But fuck that, and don't ever think I won't bomb back I'm a surgeon, who dictates words and keeps lurkin In the shadows, and laugh off all lyrical virgins And I urk 'em, and piss 'em all off to stay workin Then I murk 'em just to bring 'em to dirt and fuckin hurt 'em