I don't mean to be a bother but you will be molested
When I take a pen and turn this page into a lethal weapon
When your creativity comes to life and your beats are restless
With enough energy to have the police arrested
Rappers better get to the point, or at least to steppin
You can't face the music with that bleak expression
I'm going all out until I physically can't
To leave a legacy, even if it k**s me to rap
Tell me how to act, you can go f** yourself
Put you in the middle of the Pacific and cut your sail
You don't know what it's like to be someone else, you have no idea
So you can tell me to go Hell I bet you I see ya
I'm the type that will bring a knife to your home address
Middle of the night while you're tucked in tight in your sofa bed
Sleeping, stand over and watch you while you're in your coma rest
And when you wake up, drive the knife into my own chest
That's what you get for being somebody that a**umes things
Like who I am as a person, my addictions, and what my view sees
And where my life has been and how I understand, cause truly
I hope you despise all I am and musically disprove of me
I want to be your perfect angel
With a halo and turntables
I want to be a perfect angel
As I look for another verse to strangle
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again
Hence the wide open front door to your house and why I am in
As long as Westboro tells me that I'll die in sin
I feel I might as well break in and say bye-bye to them
I'm sorry; I keep using fantasies for the wrong reasons
It's why religious people and I are not speaking
Guess I hate seeing communion turned into superstition
While they pretend we're not all confused humans using euphemisms
They say - the true character of a man is done privately
What happens if what I've done is televised cause it ends violently?
If you're terminal I guess d**h is a dire need
And why you might fly a plane into a building scraping the sky to leave
Too much being preached to me that I can't believe
Can turn sanity casually into a casualty
I usually would only fight to protect my family
But I might deck a pacifist for calling me a pansy
Why do you waste your life getting upset at me?
Half of what I say are lines that I would never mean
And since you're preaching things I'd never let myself believe
I guess we're equal, and by the way, the quality of yours that I'm most envious of is your jealousy
I want to be your perfect angel
With a halo and turntables
I want to be a perfect angel
As I look for another verse to strangle
I bet those pages in your notebook are disastrous
Real lyrics resurrect you from the dead like you're Lazarus
There's nothing to get hype about anymore it's embarra**ing
You might as well be rapping in Arabic
Cause I can't understand you, mad cause no one talented has thought of you
You sound like you are purposely not hitting notes on auto-tune
Was there someone that didn't love you enough
Or have you realized you can make a lot of bucks when you're dumb
What the hell else can I do, I'm dead with this done horse
I've already kicked it onto the steps of your front porch
There's nothing to do, I'm all out of cla**, and there's much more
On its way while I attempt to disrupt your
Concentration on your level of comfortability so let's start a war
I don't see the contradiction of your life when you're on support
You have the means necessary to benefit the lives of peo/ple
That are dying but those possessions are all yours
Water for the thirsty, food for the hungry
Looking for good fruit that you produce but there's nothing
Know what happens to a dead tree, it gets cut down
Dragged to and thrown into a lake of fire to drown
And I don't believe in literal hell, so what does that tell you
I just make music for all of you to k** yourselves to
My target audience, the overly-sensitive
No need to thank me for taping your mouth shut, don't even mention it
I want to be your perfect angel
With a halo and turntables
I want to be a perfect angel
As I look for another verse to strangle