You want my life, You want to take away what's mine, But I got my rights and I'll keep singing till the sun gon' rise
It's like it came for me, I watched it solve my pain, It's my beat, You name it, I'ma do this shit till you slay me
I'll go and ask God and even he wants you dead, I'll push you into the street everytime that I panic
So people, Listen Mr. Hollywood guy, You aint the next Jonathan Davis, Who tries to rap but can't even sing
The only time he sounds good is when he's spreading these rumors, about when I was kicked out, We can laugh at his corpse
But I aint done yet, Don't you ever gon' get that I'm the next wave, yeah 2 different daughters and every night you choke on it until you're sober, feel good; smoke it, smoke it
Don't you got something better to do, than tell each other who's cute, oh, he must be cute, dude oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that you're moms so loose Bitch and her 2 kids can suck my dick, You know what this is
As I walk alone I still sing for tommorow, Don't you forget that