Gun to my head

Now listen... Have you ever had a gun to your head, and said, if you don't have my money by ten, your dead... well i've have, just look at the hair and the bleach blond skin. im justa kid livin in, feelin that he's givin in, feelin even then, that them, wouldn't be able to even understand, the man, within, itchen in my skin, the severed limbs, the killing them, with the nine millameatys, ta tens, then, can it be a sin, just to have it reverse on them, can u tell me then? or just does it depend, what did i get myself in, us strugglin men, oh when will it ever end, can u tell me tim? cause yo, when i die, will anybody care, or will i just be another swingin dick in the air, that sounds fair, this must be my fuckin prayer, im just a fuckin batman spinnin in my lair, spinnin while i ain't spittin my share, spittin cause i ain't feelin that this is fair, i got alot of shit to get off of my chest, i feel like im under arrest, i feel im the best, bringin this zest, but i still feel, the death, consumin my chest, with every breath i take, i feel my life is a mistake, pumpin my brakes, hitting these stakes, till somethin breaks, i need a break, from these flakky flake fakes in my face, i want them all to displace, or disperse, it hurts, i want them all inna hurst, and if my plan don't work, fine, fuck it, i'll go there first, i ain't no twerp, i put in my work, you jerk.