Im (not) sorry for being apathetic

On June 4th the devil gave birth to a bitch
Who could only ever see
Negative things in her midst
Like a sister to karma with
A wrist full of slit's
Had no love in heart and disregarded her kids
And she had her father stripped
Before she was six
So from then on happiness didn't exist
Add that on top of liquor
And prescriptions she mixed
What's it like to a live and know
When you die you'll be missed?
It's often wondered if she knows that
She wouldn't be if she did
What kinda sick twisted bitch puts
Her cigs out on skin?
And wraps a belt around the neck
Of her four year old kid
I hear these days you're religious
Let me hear you repent
Actually I'd rather hear you died in a ditch
Resurrected just to walk down the
Street and then die again
And I used to think of ways
Someone could kill you at ten
I missed two weeks of school
N everyone thought I skipped
And I let that be the story
I spilled from my grin but honestly
Hostility in me had been filled to the brim
You threw me in a fuckin' mental
Ward and just locked me in
You wanted government money and
You wanted my scrips
I learned nothins worse than
A broke coke addict
And how the fuck can you grow
Old and still be at it
Bitch you're on crack
You're not insomniatic
I hope you get rib kicked
As you kick yo habit's
These days I keep a Glock
40 tucked inside my mattress
And lock all 46 doors inside my mansion
You always said that I be
Nothing well now I'm gigantic
My favorite rappers bought they hood
I got my sights on planets