Junior - Social Retard lyrics

[Verse 1 : Witty Rock] I'mma need more than a little bit of cash, man these dream ain't cheap And I ain't sellin' 'em my soul, instead I auction off my sleep Only if you n***as knew my thought process throughout the week I been labelled as a misfit, a**hole, creep, f** it I don't need your validation or your admiration sh** I'm livin' free, dog, Emancipation Proclamation Check my town, only a matter before my proper placement Pay attention, I'mma go [??] in greatness [Hook: ?] But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for? Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard For now, what you even speak talk to me for? Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard [Verse 2: Junior] f** you if you ain't f**in' with us [?] D-M-C is a must What's a bond with no trust? Good as some head with no bust I guess it's similar, but life's feelin' familiar Youngest n***a, but the old heads said they feelin' him Like TNT, you k**in 'em, but that's just what's expected though Always bend more records though b**hes wave like who's next to go? I'll take a swing at bases low, did And yes I be on my sh**, born in 1996, n***a Rocky rocket, please don't let me stop it These elementary n***as get played, like hop-scotch We takin' it to the top, and tryin' to stay away from opposite And beast as much as we presently can, I know you cannot stop rockin' to this [Hook: ?] But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for? Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard For now, what you even speak talk to me for? Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard [Verse 3: Witty Rock] Keep a cup full of the party preparations See me, I'm regulatin' til I get my reparations You know the expectations, but me, I'mma raise 'em higher Please do not call me sire, it's Witty Rock to you squires That mean sh**, my ding-a-ling spit, at your seamstress Tell me who is flyer? I'm sh**tin' on your designer I keep my candy bar in the gold, just like Godiva I'm talkin bout' the Magnum, I stab her and then goodbye her Either I'm a a**hole or one hell of a liar I think I'm a a**hole, cause I never will misguide ya I pencil-dive her, up in her vagina And f** what other n***as had to say, I threw it out [Hook: ?] But, for now, what you even wanna talk to me for? Only wanna speak 'bout what I die and what I bleed for Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard For now, what you even speak talk to me for? Only wanna talk 'bout what I die and what I bleed for Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard Funny how I'm cunning, but I'm such a social retard