Fatt Happy Tony - My World lyrics

[Verse 1: Fatt Happy Tony] This is my world This is my girl This is my neon sign that the blind circle You never thought you'd find a rhyme to lift your mind curtain Tony's got the designs to remind you where your sight's hurting I'm a titan I'm a monster I'm a teenage heart throb without a sponsor Feeding on fresh sheep, cause I'm a chupacabra If you live to tell the tale you better call a doctor/ ‘Tony! Tony! Tell us how ya do it It looks kinda easy like there was nothing to it' But they don't understand what these sacrifices mean Sold me soul to the devil before I could reach my teens Nahhh, just half of it I'm more two faced than Tommy in a Batman flick Jokers like Jack can't laugh I'm that legit Fatt from eating my bread while n***as stacking it [Hook: Fatt Happy Tony] I'm right here! Fatt Tony The one and only [Verse 2: Fatt Happy Tony] In common conversation I never invest my breath So on the mic, I'm never subject to rest I'm never right so I'm saying that I'm never the best I'm just blessed with the stress, let it flow from my chest So here are the pa**ive habits of a cla**ic young ba*tard Acting like it's more fun when our freedoms flee faster Dramatic attacks behind our backs Like, ‘What was that? Lift the rug and sweep the facts We don't care if it's exact Cause most Americans won't even get off their a** Uncle Sam's deceiving and thieving from brother Jack Martial law is creeping and feeding from every blast Obama receives our greetings and feelings because he's black Like you never met an African you hated But when we get on food stamps JP Morgan gets the savings I know it's just a song, but take heed to what I'm saying Tired of complaining that I'm too far gone, and God can't save me! [Hook] [Verse 3: Fatt Happy Tony] That dude Reda? He's just a soft spoken foreigner I'm so fatt I step out and got the whole world cornered Your girl? I ignore her She still implores me towards who*es Having orgies Not one time, but forty I know that sounds corny But I'm a Hoosier, not ya daddy And I'm saddened by the fact That I'm not sitting in the back Of Sam's truck burning a fatty I only threw that reference in to hear all my homies laughing Rapping, at school is where I do my paper stacking And you weak as paper napkins One ply, hah! I'ma make your fun die I am not just some guy I'm melting peoples minds, I'm hot as sunshine Yeah, you gotta gun right? But I'ma say this one time I ain't backing down, you spill my blood fine I ain't another mothaf**er trying to outrun time So brother, please take my life, cause rappers like dumb crime