Actually my mind died
I dont know why, practilly before the music time
From my side, its fact silly well heres a story from my side
When I was a child
I was born f**ed up, retarted and stupid
Cut my dick off becuase my dad said I would never use it
When I step buy haters get an erection
Because for them looking at me is like their f**ing medication
I got some screw loose eyo, im bruttle
Jump of the beat and just spit caka doodle
Tell me who artist actually wanna die?
Mc's gets nervous soon as I walk by
I might just say F the world I dont care if you get offended?
Might just do like girls do with relationships I ended
I was normal just like you untill my head pooped, untill I got droped
Untill I got introduce to hip-hop, could you tell angelina jolie that
I wanna get adopt?
If you already gonna adopt everybody you cross I get piss off so easily so beautifuly
Tell momma shes out of lipstick I used the whole bit kit, might just go to the clinic
With a headick and enter the hospital and could the doctor fix it?
Sorry doc, I know it doesnt look realistic, statistic
Im far away from humanistic, super duper logistic
I need help send me some ransome, f** it lets talk about micheal jackson
Aww poor baby he had to grow up so fast, that a** never had time to be a litle kid
But tell micheal jackson I went to his mansion and I rapped his kids right before he did
First off I did not reliased the f*gget died, I guess people will attack me from the side
For me to dare make fun of him and still have my pride, you know better you should not be so suprised
You should actually hear me rap instead of writing this
Im so pissed, im about to write everything im about to diss
I write rhymes enough to fit a new bibble, but my book will be more logical
This will be facts, and not idiots talking about the chronicle
Still waiting for that one who I can compete with
Someone who dont steal lyrics and steal myths
And not a child born with fame and rap because his father is will smith
Lets start on a new sequal, unbelivble, f** it might just go kurt cobain on this people
I actually think im gonna go grab my pen spit some sh** that will make you go hate me again
You never heard someone better, who's tresure, who spit just for you to feel plesure, menture
You have the right to k** b**hes, like b**hes
Talk about b**hes, when b**hes, see b**hes talking about inches
They are just confusing it
They illusion it
Abuse it, used it, I lost it
f** it lets mute this
Holy sh** im on minute to writers block I can't stop
Have to many things I have to say, anyways, can't clear my brain way
Random, phantom, ransom, hansome
Micheal jackson
OH my god, I already said that im out of my psyko mind what the f** is up with me im starting to loose it?
f** no, I still bring it
Best with my flow is hard like to understand you mom walks in the door
After buying a whole bag of dil*os, my childhood where lost to much p**no
-its awesome
How just in my basement
I can do an invesion, talk about celabrities and their nations
b**h you started? come to me is actually retarted
You f**ing hypacrit, system up system sh**
Ha lean belive a girl who take more d** then charlie sheen
What the f**, does that even mean
For god sake.. my mind died..
I just did a whole song
With out saying a shiiet my mind died
(soo loong baby)
(corus/outro)
I like peach, coke and pinapples
She likes weed and live with laughter
They like to fight all night muthaf**errss
And I like weed pills and good laughter