Nothing makes you feel better than looking at someone worse than you and thinking 'at least I'm not them.' And nothing is better for that than somethingawful.com.
Unless the cause of depression is a general lack of faith in modern human society, in which case reading the above will just make you despair further. If thats the problem, then I can only recommend vast quantities of mind altering substances :eyespop:
all-nite-freak
When I die, it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of , it ain't hard to in' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
that , I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a in' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my in' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this
bull
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless in' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my in' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is in'
callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
[BANG]
Vivid Boy
quote:
Originally posted by all-nite-freak
When I die, it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of , it ain't hard to in' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
that , I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a in' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my in' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this
bull
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless in' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my in' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is in'
callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
[BANG]
biggie smalls the millionaire the mansions the yacht
the cool weed spot with two hot glocks
thats how i got the weed spot
i shot dred in the head took the money and the landspread
all-nite-freak
The answer to any of life's problems is on that album.
Vivid Boy
quote:
Originally posted by all-nite-freak
The answer to any of life's problems is on that album.
hahah for real.
the 10 crack commandments wha
all-nite-freak
quote:
Originally posted by Vivid Boy
hahah for real.
the 10 crack commandments wha
wrong album:P
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical dushes in your bushes
I die
rap is garbage now.
L.E.N.
Workout or clean your place.
weymouth
I sleep when I get depressed. I almost always wake up feeling better than I did before I went to sleep.
Spiralina
I don't do drugs.
Yes, I'm still a f**ckin' ballbust blast to be around.
But, when I'm bummed, I look for silly pictures on the web.
This made me laugh until I was in tears.
Some kid actually made this sign.....
headphonez
Try listening to some swedish house mafia sets...or maybe some dieselboy...or maybe one of my demos :D
Haak
quote:
Originally posted by ZuLi
listen to some Eagles Of Death Metal.
...or better yet
:disbelief
Eagles of Death Metal are awesome!
I saw them play here last week, best concert ever.
RapidFire
quote:
Originally posted by headphonez
Try listening to some swedish house mafia sets
we're tryin to help him out of the depression not get him deeper into it :p
