Punching Bag... from Season 2 by DTOMe

it’s sad that I’m nothing but your punching bag
I might be trash but I know I’m worth more than that
so I’m gonna sit back relax and watch the time lapse
hoping you loose your grasp when you do I’m gone like the past


I’m nothing but your punching bag
I’m shutting down giving you nothing back
I’m busting cracks into what we had
I’m rusting into bits crumbling fast
every morning You slash me open
as my eyes crack you lack empathy
for my black emotions you smack into me
true lack of devotion in a backpack
you stack all the hatred
that you have for me as a person
you pack as much that It can hold then
I hate everything that makes me a human
I wait it out holding on to hope certain
I make anything into cake that’s a burden
but iam folding I can’t cope
and it’s turning out to be curtains
my heart is left hurting now I’m flirting
with death nothing worth being in this pit
wonder if you’ll even miss this
when i vanish into the distance
then what you gonna do
without me on the shit list
when I no longer exist none of my business
but I hope your break your fucking wrist
trying to find a replacement for your fist when your pissed you stupid fucking bitch
you can can eat a dick until you bust all the veins in your neck this might sound just a bit vicious but I hope you die in a fiery car wreck

I ain’t nothing but your punching bag
I’ve had enough I’m crunching what we had
shoving it up your ass don’t come back
hit the road jack run as fast as you can
like playing track aw wait your to fat
that’s to bad cuz I threw shot put and a jav
as I laugh when one cut you in half
gonna need a skin graph on your calf
evil I been that come back
when two months pass so I can
spit in your scabs give you a staph infection
watch as I grab your chin stretch it back
don’t mind the erection neck like a giraffe
then I’m stepping your welcome
always on a mission to cause bedlam
did I mention I shoved a chicken in your rectum without permission
that’s right I’m a goddamn magician
and flipping like an addict during intermission
don’t be sippin on my static tradition says
that I’m tripping with matic spinning
better watch where you living
that’s non fiction not superstition
when I’m ripping syllables I’m not kidding
I’m stripping imbeciles of their knitting
when I’m spitting

i ain’t nothing but your punching bag
I’m shutting down give you nothing back
your fucking nuts for thinking that
I won’t run up and cut you bad
I will give your back a new ass crack
it can’t be stopped when I attack
no bluffing na there ain’t none of that
break a 2x4 board on your back
crunching sounds like shattered glass
if my gun jams up call me Shaq cuz
I’ll be slam dunking this motherfucking mag
stop my fun I ain’t having that
time for you to run that’s a fact
bust your lungs like a cigarette
cap your head like a fitted hat
put you flat in bed with a wiffle bat
feed you lead till you can’t do simple math
shred your sack with a badminton racket
smack you till your red now take a nap bitch
suffering succotash wake up dead
life breath is what you lacking

• Alternative
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• dark-rap
• rap
• underground hip hop
• underground rap
• Virginia