[Verse 1] I'm like a mixture between light and sound And everything around it, I'm astounded How I keep it grounded when I'm so high in the air like I don't care Bitch I'ma nightmare, I ignite fear into kids with my right eye stare Kinda weird how I got here like I applied here And I got a job and I don't know how to leave it Man I'm stuck in the middle of this little shit hole, it's like sit go A lot of gas but I don't have no vehicle, can I get a miracle? Shit no Why God, do you not like my iPod and what's in it? A little bit of butts in it, some dick covered in nuts in it A little cuss and you don't fucks wit it? Excuse me French, execute me plans So precisely, it's priceless, I move intense I use in sense because I spit that skunk shit that stuff That smells like booty funk or maybe a goochy cunt That hasn't been douched in a few immensely months The monster within me needs its lunch So please leave quickly before the beast go nuts
[Hook] And I just don't know why I am the way I am I just don't understand, Ba da da da da And if you got a problem with who I am What I am, what I do then you can fuck off
[Verse 2] I'm calling out all emcee's, line you up In a rope, tie you up, stare at you sideways, size you up Ak's, Revolvers *gun shots*, dying sucks If this is boot camp rap, sign me up What you mean damn Denace, you wanna whine me up Subliminal messages coming from a criminal masochist You must of forgot a couple of pills under your mothers mattresses You're under attack with this, individuals crash with this Little flow that I mastered it's, slippery in-fact it's just a little bit of juice from the pussy, pussy That I've eaten up and spit up afterwards I forgot half the words so I crap half a verse You are so funny with your jokes, my damn bladder hurts Hahhahahahahaaa I'ma bout to piss my pants and shit on you afterwards Kids are going to hate me after this If they know I'm taking jabs at Mr. ? bitch
[Hook] And I just don't know why I am the way I am I just don't understand, Ba da da da da And if you got a problem with who I am What I am, what I do then you can fuck off
[Verse 3] They told me I wouldn't make a cent And I should vacate this rap game before I break a sweat Cause I'ma fake and I stay depressed I deserve nothing but plain respect They wanna see me dead from a blazing tec Amazing that so many people hate me and call me a Shady clone taking baby steps I maybe need to fake my death but maybe I'm just lazy yet I made top 20 on iTunes and I'm still getting these crazy checks Maybe you should focus on your own life and start hating less Accept the fact that I'm here and I aced this test I'm a true emcee that don't give a fuck if you gave your best I'd still be here blazing mics till the day I rest So take a seat cry babies and take these hits Yeah, how many can write a song and make these hits? Not many so kiss my ass and take this dick, bitch!
[Hook x2] And I just don't know why I am the way I am I just don't understand, Ba da da da da And if you got a problem with who I am What I am, what I do then you can fuck off