Lyrics
Story time homie, twenty years ago,;/
I was ten with a pen writin songs in my mind/
House full of hillbillies trippin all the damn time/
Wasnt raised I was trained to stand through anything/
Like a man stand tall get up quickly if you fall/
And I gotta get it in cause I love Wichita!/
If your listenin, lay back, let the beat take control/
Let it feed on the sickness that eats at your soul/
Now picture people shot and left to f*** in rot/
A suicidal daddy that I buried in a box/
Never did sh** for me but I love you, a lot/
Drove thousands of miles to give you forgiveness/
They told me, I crumbled no way that he did this/
They gave me the number, I called and confirmed/
The man I've been chasin is gone from this Earth/
So I'ma write a song and play it loud when it hurts/
(hook x2)
Ya I'm kinda crazy, kinda mental, kinda cool/
I'm a silly individual a sentimental fool/
Never wanted to be a rapper wanted to be a f*** in king/
You'd be forced to hear my music everytime I f*** in sing/
Ya I'm kinda crazy, kinda mental, kinda cool/
I'm a silly individual a sentimental fool/
Never wanted to be a rapper wanted to be a f*** in king/
You'd be forced to hear my music everytime I f*** in sing/
But instead I'm just a joke, a peasant or free clown/
Like the world gets a kick, outta seein' me frown/
I just wanna make it happen tear they doubts to the ground/
Make a million with my rappin, run yo big mouth now/
I'm not the one to confront I'll knock yo b*** ass out/
So run little punk, just turn around forget it/
I'm quick with it slick, my rhymes is sick witted/
I just wanna make it big no more noodles no more tuna/
If I didnt live in Kansas, man I woulda made it sooner/
Talkin food stamps, vision, and livin up in the hood/
With these crackhead zombies always up to no good/
Ohhh man I'm the illest I beat these beats up/
Fans beatin at my door when I re--lease my stuff/
I feel a like buildin' is chillin' up on my back/
Like there's ninjas in the trees and they ready to attack/
Like I'm bendin at the knees an my spines 'bout to crack/
(hook x2)
Ya I'm kinda crazy, kinda mental, kinda cool/
I'm a silly individual a sentimental fool/
Never wanted to be a rapper wanted to be a f*** in king/
You'd be forced to hear my music everytime I f*** in sing/
Ya I'm kinda crazy, kinda mental, kinda cool/
I'm a silly individual a sentimental fool/
Never wanted to be a rapper wanted to be a f*** in king/
You'd be forced to hear my music everytime I f*** in sing/
Rappers out to get me, I'm stealin' their shine/
The spotlight is on me its Stovilla time/
I'll shred any motherf*** er with a mic in they hand/
We can go toe to toe you's a h*** so yours band/
My, lyrics put in work, my metaphors is sick/
I dont need magazines to know that I'm the sh** /
I dont need to carry guns, my homeboys equipped/
We can either have fun, or its tales from the crypt/
My, sh** list is growin', they comin' out the cracks/
Little facebook gangsters, learnin how to rap/
For decades I'ved worked here, music is my job/
If my cd isnt sellin, well then someones gettin robbed/
I'm just kiddin, I'm just lyin', I'm high an inside the fog/
I'm a lion, I'm a tiger, I'm admired by the dog/
And last, but not leastly, if you wanna beat me/
Call King Kong pussy, tell his b*** -ass come eat me/
Ya I'm kinda crazy, kinda mental, kinda cool/
I'm a silly individual a sentimental fool/
Never wanted to be a rapper wanted to be a f*** in king/
You'd be forced to hear my music everytime I f*** in sing/
Ya I'm kinda crazy, kinda mental, kinda cool/
I'm a silly individual a sentimental fool/
Never wanted to be a rapper wanted to be a f*** in king/
You'd be forced to hear my music everytime I f*** in sing/
