Verse 1 -
Ill be that back pack rapper
Ill in the mental
Phycho potential
All the parentals so f**ing judgemental
They say that I should be dead
But nothing for me goes unsaid
They make me tremble and
Its cold, Like I told that girl I sold my soul for coal
They tell me to take control
But I just letitgo
Fear and loath.. ing
Hook:
Taking control
Gaining control
It's beyond my control
Like my heart and my soul
Damn this sh** is getting old
Verse 2 -
On those pills that give those thrills
And they, just been givin me chills
Im dressed to k**
Black suit and katana
So Prep a line of blow
Elegant my flow
Like Marilyn Monroes front row strip show
So much cla** to pa** out
Cla** like Sinatra
No Doubt
I shout f** swag
Missus you can go f** yourself because
We the rebel types
Attack like wesley snipes
But were white
Play around with the organ pipes
Bumpin to that MellowHype
sh**, And we Have no legal rights
(Break)
Midsummer night
Heart full of fright at the burial sight
Strike to the head
Say goodnight
Drop dead
Throw her in the trunk bed
The rest ill leave unsaid
It's all Ill-logic
It's so demonic
INCOMPLETE