{*harmonizing for first 20 seconds*}

[Madd Kapp]
Sweet Misery, you know that we in love with each other
And I'm [bad word]  like we [bad word] belong to each other
Two peas in a pod, peanut butter and jelly
Balogna and mayonnaise, alligators to Everglades
Lollipops to kids, that's how you and me is
Every time that I'm doin good you gotta get in my [bad word] 
You [bad word] up my rap career, and fixed me up with a [bad word] 
And 10 months down the road, she suckin somebody [bad word] 
Then I leave her, and her big brother said that I used her
Now he beefin, even though I ain't do [bad word] to her
victim of circumstance, addicted to percodans
Burnin myself with cigarettes, cuts all on my hands
That's not suppoed to happen, I thought I was only rappin
But people take this [bad word] [bad word] all the magic
Over some [bad word] that I wrote, [bad word] on a tablet
I'm sorry world, I guess it's just one of my bad habits

[Hook]
Sweet Misery, [bad word] is killin me
You got me wonderin who will it be
When where or why I'll die
Miss Misery, do I deserve the pain
Or can I really be, happy in this game
Or is it fantasy, or should I even bother to try

[Madd Kapp]
Ladies and gentlemen, you heard this befo'
Every problem that ever came from child support
My little girl gettin told I'm an [bad word] 
How can I be when I don't get to see her though
There's Miss Misery [bad word] to my aid
(Everything is gonna be okay) But I drank too much today
And now I know the pain that Eminem felt
Family problems make me wanna tie a knot in my belt
Even my friends actin like they don't know me
I haven't changed, you better check yourself out homey
Cause I'm just sick of all [bad word] and lies
You don't think I give a [bad word] then take a look in my eyes
Everytime that we argue, it's like a part of my heart dies
It's like I'm cursed with emotions, senses on high
Deep down in the soul I wonder why
All this [bad word] happens to me and not the other guy

[Hook]

[Madd Kapp]
Goodness gracious, I'm hunted by haters
Locked in my studio and it just ain't spacious
Feelin claustrophobic, I'm encased in a tomb
I'm surrounded by my demons in this makeshift room
I can hear the angels, but I'm still in the dark
And I don't ask for much Lord cause you done made my heart
It's not a game, you know I really mean these words
I'm kind of bitter, brokenhearted from the [bad word] that I heard
With the he-say she-say [bad word] ain't accurate
Passed down from the mouth with the stench of flatulence
 [bad word] gas, just to annoy the Madd Kapp
But [bad word] that, and don't ever think I won't bomb back
I'm a surgeon, who dictates words and keeps lurkin
In the shadows, and laugh off all lyrical virgins
And I urk 'em, and [bad word] 'em all off to stay workin
Then I murk 'em just to bring 'em to dirt and [bad word] hurt 'em

[Hook]