[Verse 1]
I'm a scumbag, an arrogant, all-American slum trash
Dumbass, kinda motherfucker you don't run at
Where the gun at? I put it right to my head until I find a pen
And then I start writin' instead
A fight in my head between me and the devil himself
And I ain't lyin', I don't even try and get any help
I'm messy as hell
People say I'm lettin' myself go to shit
But I say, keep wreckin' my health
Drown my sorrows in a bottle, yeah, I'm takin' that route
Instead of takin' all my issues and just straightenin' 'em out
Now we all have our vices and abuse 'em to death
Had an outlet, but I'm downed even if the music is left
Because I gave up on a dream I had of bein' a star
Ain't no more spittin' balls, now I'm sittin' at bars
No one listens no more 'cause I'm not very liked
Get in the booth and spit my life into this here mic, ah

[Chorus 2x]
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it all over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track

[Verse 2]
Mind is racin' and I'm reachin' for the paper and pen
My greatest of friends, here they are to save me again
Put the thoughts into words faster than I can write
I know hook for the verses at the end of the night
Next step is lab sessions when I step to the mic
Studio time is cheaper than a therapist's price
Beats pound in the sound, my psychiatrist's couch
Lay it down and I shout till I'm dryin' them out!
Rhymin' about real things and wastin' my mind
Fuck feelings, emotions is a waste of my time
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Like the paper that I'm writin' on, it won't ever change
It flows in my veins, hear it in my soul when I rap
Cut my wrists and I bleed it out all over the track
Got a bottle of emotions that I'm not about to open
Till I shatter it and smash it all over this microphone
[Chorus 2x]
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it all over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track

[Verse 3]
This mic always listens to my innermost thoughts
When I'm bitter and lost and pissed off and did it all wrong
And spit in a song, watch it all wash away
Just let it go, wanna flow with it for today!
But the therapy that's helping me is here in the booth
When I play back the track, then I'm hearin' the truth
But the truth hurts worse when it comes from your own voice
But no choice, the melody is made from the old noise
It's therapeutic when my head'll take this stress and use it
As I'm ventin' my aggression lettin' me do better music
When I'm losin' everything that I have
I sync to the track and every single time, it's always bringin' me back
And I can blaze a new trail, but it's a lonely height
The poems we write, expressions of my soul and I
Don't want nobody to console me or just to hold me tight
The mic knows that I ain't rappin' here, I'm spittin' my life

[Chorus 2x]
This microphone I'm recitin' on knows my pain
Hear it in my soul when I rap
I shatter it and smash it all over the microphone
Bleed it out all over the track