[Verse 1]
I'm like a mixture between light and sound
And everything around it, I'm astounded
How I keep it grounded when I'm so high in the air like I don't care
b**h I'ma nightmare, I ignite fear into kids with my right eye stare
Kinda weird how I got here like I applied here
And I got a job and I don't know how to leave it
Man I'm stuck in the middle of this little sh** hole, it's like sit go
A lot of gas but I don't have no vehicle, can I get a miracle? sh** no
Why God, do you not like my iPod and what's in it?
A little bit of bu*ts in it, some dick covered in nuts in it
A little cussing, you don't f**s wit it?
Excuse me French, execute me plans
So precisely, it's priceless, I move intense
I use incense because I spit that skunk sh** that stuff
That smells like booty funk or maybe a goochy c*nt
That hasn't been douched in a few measly months
The monster within me needs its lunch
So please leave quickly before the beast go nuts
[Hook]
And I just don't know why I am the way I am
I just don't understand, ba da da da da
And if you got a problem with who I am
What I am, what I do then you can f** off
[Verse 2]
I'm calling out all emcee's, line you up
In a row, tie you up, stare at you sideways, size you up
Ak's, Revolvers, *gun shots* dying s**s
If this is boot camp rap, sign me up
What you mean damn Denace, you wanna wind me up?
Subliminal messages coming from a criminal masochist
You must of forgot a couple of pills under your mother's mattresses
You're under attack with this, individuals crash with this
Little flow that I mastered it's slippery, in-fact it's just a little bit of juice from the p**y, p**y
That I've eaten up and spit out afterwards
I forgot half the words so I crap half a verse
You're so funny with your jokes, my damn bladder hurts
Hahhahahahahaaa
I'ma bout to piss my pants and sh** on you afterwards
Kids are gonna hate me after this
If they know I'm taking jabs at Mr. Mathers b**h
[Hook]
And I just don't know why I am the way I am
I just don't understand, ba da da da da
And if you got a problem with who I am
What I am, what I do then you can f** off
[Verse 3]
They told me I wouldn't make a cent
And I should vacate this rap game before I break a sweat
Cause I'ma fake and I stay depressed
I deserve nothing but plain respect
They wanna see me dead from a blazing tec
Amazing that so many people hate me and call me a Shady clone taking baby steps
I maybe need to fake my d**h but maybe I'm just lazy yet
I made top 20 on iTunes and I'm still getting these crazy checks
Maybe you should focus on your own life and start hating less
Accept the fact that I'm here and I aced this test
I'm a true emcee that don't give a f** if you gave your best
I'd still be here blazing mics till the day I rest
So take a seat cry babies and take these hits
Yeah, how many can write a song and make these hits?
Not many so kiss my a** and take this dick, b**h!
[Hook x2]
And I just don't know why I am the way I am
I just don't understand, ba da da da da
And if you got a problem with who I am
What I am, what I do then you can f** off