Bah, let my music speak for itself.
Lyrics
Man, I'm damaged, do you know who this man is
The Hunter, he'll kill your grandkid's grandkids
I hang wit' Charles and Marilyn so you know I'm "a man", son
With a handgun, I'll kill your fuckin' grandson's grandson
My 15 minutes' not up, I'mma tear this fuckin' spot up
'Cause when my audio got up, my fuckin' stock done shot up
I'm workin' from the top up, a new forum for expression
I floor 'em when I address 'em, it's borin' and depressin'
A new lesson in session for the parents that's protestin'
This industry is the end of me, enemy
The beat is kin to me, words is friends to me
Your smile is a grin to me
It helps me see what I begin to be
If my father motion-captured my rhymes, he could never sir render me
My cursed rap attack outweighs your worst last track
The Hank Aaron of rap, and this is just my first at-bat
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