some shit that isnt that good but sounds good because i use big words
(Yeah... Feeling classy today. Well, alright. Let's go.)
I'm not evil, I'm just psycho
I'm so afraid that everybody looks at my lyrics to spot a typo
(Yeah)
Money rate growing in my pocket, is the minimal
Running from the mobs of people, treat me like a criminal
The pinnacle of raw entertainment, my day spent
Throwing rocks at main events
I unravel the havoc
And take it easy in the hammock
Al Qaeda is the testimony
Don't you ever rectify me
The kill-able syllables
In the pinnacle of innocence
I'm a creepy little rapper coming out the factory, capture me
I will be the toughest rapper, actually
Watch me as I drag my ass to the top gradually
(Ugh)
I never sleep
I stay awake and prey on the weak
Then I devour the freaks
And then I pray for the weak
I transmit gamma rays
And break off the manta ray's tail
And raise hell on a Saturday
And stab the people
Yeah, another rapper washing the dishes
Don't look at me and my sick compositions
(OH SICK!)
I am done with this feeling
I am done with this feeling
All you suckers this evening
All you suckers this evening
Are going down
(WHOOOOO)