Got yelled at? I'm over it. Put your quid in? I'm over it. You don't want to date me? I'm over it. Been put through the guillotine? My head popped off at the top of my medication, controlling my indignation. I don't give a *** about my reputation, all I know is that you're never over it. In fact, you're just getting into order while I'm stuck in disorder by the slaughter of every mother***er that thinks I'm a sucker. Nevermind, I'm over it. I'm a bad friend? I'm over it. You want my attention? I'm over it. I won't pick up the phone? I'm over it. Got ways in my head with one telling me, I bust the cap on all the homos and other and all the sapiens. The rest are saying they're not aliens, but I make them all go *** when I cut the jugular of the one. So fun. I won, but I'm over it. I'm a monster? I'm over it. You're saying my life is over? Guess I'm over it. My Glock won't shoot? I'll buy another one, cause I'm over it. Almost time for me to split. About to commit a quadruple murder-suicide. Masked genocide is fun. My fingers on the trigger. I aim down, look to sight. Point it towards my cranium. This is my ultimatum. No justification, this is my true purification. From all the frustration, yo, I can start the celebration. The monster has reached his expiration. I'm over it. They in the dirt with my head in two? I'm over it. The only one I care about is crying out loud. They're dying with me. That's the only thing I'm not over. That's the only thing I'm not over. They were the only one that showed up. I'm in the dirt, hurt by the earth. I'm over it. The worms eat away my corpse. I'm over the decay as I fade away. My will is fulfilled. Being open to read one thread says I'm over it. The other says I must confess as their knees bent. I dreamt that one day I would be free to be me. To love, hate, but fate came straight at me and all I could do was just laugh. My other half pulled the trigger. While I aimed at the flight, my will felt weaker. He was quicker and sicker, but I'm over it. I was deep in the pit when I started spitting and writing. Trying to find why I was on their mind. I was misaligned. I'm over it. Took 66 shots, then ate one. So much fun to play with a gun. Said the son I wanted so bad would've been the greatest dad. Blood flooded my floor. Now I'm not around anymore. Wish I could've known what was in the unknown. Notre Dame's couldn't know the madness I'd miss cause I popped my head like a cyst. All you need to know is that I guess I'm over it. I'm an atheist. See y'all at the other side of the stone wall. Except it won't reach my downfall. I'm over it.