H.S. - Misfits lyrics

(NewSide) I been around, NewSide should be ringing a bell Forget the numbers, what's the price? They'll pay you to sell You came to throw a punch? f** it, I came for the belt Unsigned labelist, now why would I label myself? I couldn't tell you who I bet, they're too mangled to tell I'm only waiting for the day that they say something else Cause I don't think we're in the same league I been playing this game since '97 Why don't you play with yourself? Scatter brain, you could try but you can't predict it Anorexic, skinny jean rappers, like a drivers gift Sorry, I f** them all up and feed on the competition Got them wishing, they could draw on the vans of this skits I'm with a band of misfits These b**hes can't hold a candle to her, thinking they're cuter than Alexis They say they balling, rock a pewter in their necklace Reck this b**h with Cesa, people need to seek the exits Letting Tripper Getem, a sinner, saint and a winner Pen the masterpiece and piece together albums for them winners When they can get as bitter as I am at 28 Spitting liquor in the face of Sony execs Cause when this sh** is over, they'll see the rise of something bigger When it rains, it pours and you're about to take a swim This is ancient force, of course everything is mental Run it back a couple times so you can take it all in (Alexis) Okay, I know you were dying when you saw my name (yeah) The thought of me just drives you insane Trying to comprehend the thought of me in your brain Every time I spit, it's like you got hit with a train (ha!) I guess I was always a little bit unusual Called me the rich kid, I was a misfit, I was fine though (yeah) Everybody's got jokes about the 18 year old white girl who's rapping But I leave you all clapping and slapping yourselves for leaving me on the shelf But it's whatever, I'm doing my thing every single day, every single night (yeah) Keeping up the grind, blinding my eyes from the spotlight While trying to keep up the fight with these goons Who try to say, “Girl, what's wrong with you?” (what?) Well ditto man, I'm just sticking to my plan But it's alright, I'm sure I'll see you again when you're my number one fan I'm out (Tripper Getem) I'm a misfit, so I did sh**, so explicit Everything short of a slit wrist Act a little different, when I'm in this, try to pen this I got a pen in my appendix I'm trying to win this, got the flame Watch me flick bic, I got the flame on that real sh** Back in school I was always the creative one Making music till' the day was done And the haters come, and they hate away, then they fade away, man Cause I made a way man, this the great escape The greatest thing I ever done with pick up the mic The next thing I did was grab the pen to write And after that night, I ain't never back down I bet the younger me would love where I'm at now They used to say I couldn't do what I wanted to Turned into a misfit, now I do what I wanna do (H.$.) Real sh**, imma do what I wants to If I lit the tongue on a buddy I'll roast ya Kid playing on the mic, spitting on the corner H.$. keep em' hot, something like a sauna Snatch em' , heater beat his a**, why bother Treat em' like Luke, son his a**, I'm your father Thinking that I bought her, I don't pay for p**y But imma f** your daughter, I'm a vet and not a rookie