Verse 1:
So I'm a wack rapper that's you all think
At least I'm not the only one who thinks that my songs stink
The only time I sound good is as a feature and that's barely the brink
I can't make my own beats now I can't make money off these
The best I can do is take donations
Like the army salvation
I'm thinking of quitting rap but what I'm thinking no one is saying
Cuz I'm too smart for the hood ratchet songs I won't be playing
Because I wasn't bragging about how I was shot up at my place and
I kept it real straight from the jump
And everybody looked and laughed at the little anime nerd chump
The gamer who still plays pokemon so when I say that I wanna battle
You say "Sorry my kids use my gameboy as a rattle"
What you don't take me serious
What you think I'm a joke go ahead swallow me
I turn to cinnamon now choke
If I had started like this I could've been signed by now but no one would take me
Because my twitter followers can't even reach eighty
Sick of being laughed at well this jokes about to go joker
What stop him
I'm about to turn everything into my own Arkham
The Bane of my existence probably my mind
Yeah that's my coffin
For being smart when I talk I spit the nails in often
Or all the time when I rap
Idiot caught in his own trap
Professionally done by no one yeah this is actually how I act
And if you thought I was a set-up then you better watch it
Because more unpredictable than an intense game of Bop-It
I never hear about someone asking when the mixtapes out
That's why I work so slow guess you don't want it now
But my homies you want his quick man you better not forget that
I had showed you to him oh well
I'm trucking
Stuck in
An infinite loop of perpetual nothing
Again
While spending my days at kmart and target busting
Five to nines or nine to fives
I'm out of line
What you better what yourself because
Your life is low on time and I'm thinking of going on with this here line
I'm actually to angry to just say nevermind
And I'm tired of being nice so this right here this is my new state of mind
And times flying pretty soon I'll have to finish mine
Until then I'd have to keep getting by
FINE!
You hate me
I can accept that
But I'm not going without a fight
And my friends may become targets
Hmm let's see
How many left
And this is with respect
There's nothing against you but I gotta give it all that I got left
And that goes for Primero Tim hmm let's see
Jermaine, Demric, maybe even Hobday
Denis he can get it but those of you on youtube
I swear that you will not survive what I'm about to put you through
Make sure your fans never remember or even notice you
End up suiciding on the six o clock news
This is my message
Hope that you get it with no delay
And I hope it's okay
If I drew a big middle finger on the page
You cut me deep like a section of your caesarean
Even my own areas don't want to hear me yet again
I find that the only people who listened to my songs was family members and I know
Because I had showed them how to download the mix on their computers and phones
I'm sick of getting pa**ed
Now I'll make sure that my drone flies directly into your car
Or better yet your home
I'm about to cause ma**ive damage
And in the end I'm gonna make sure the song ends with chrome to your dome