verse 1
see me coming up, black attire black mask
back pack the rap contained like anthrax
step up! you gotta problem against me?
im feeling real good with a bottle of whiskey
right now want drama so they tempt me
you kids blow like monica lewinsky
put the pen to the paper till the lead bust
fed up, bouncing now i got a head rush
you'll never figure me out im that bad
i been beating kids harder at this like step dads
its been a while but now you step back
ima try my f*** ing hardest till the lead crack
i gotta do me man im after a vibe
i needa f*** ing be best rapper alive
put the pen to the paper ima rhyme dude
find you, so sick you forget swine flu!
hook mad child
who cant feel me inside, you cant tell me real men dont cry
lets not pretend the end we dont die i hope when i go they send me up high!
and we wont give up the fight, i follow the light and stay up all night
in the end we all die, i hope i go they send me up high
verse 2
you know me i aint f*** ing around,
bucking em down, if its not me then you sucking the sound
loving it now, native rapper kid
i barely get props on drops like now you pay him half the sh**
you used to give now you dont give sh**
rap is my life man i wont give in, so
tell me what chu know about this sh**
you like a brand new parent with the way you love the kid!
i aint got much, only pennies and lint
ready to fend for the motherf*** ing melody kid
said he offend anybody that bet he be spent
get set go! ready for the heavy attempt
put the chevy in fifth ima murder the track
earnin a plaque, f*** it ima burp it on wax
anybody know me then they know im defiant
stayed up more late nights then conan obrien
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