Ruse (Rap) - Yonkers lyrics

[Verse 1] You're listenin to Wyatt Chipman, the high edition I have risen, just did a line. I'm supplyin writtens Burnin bridges and, uh, barrin the exits The competition's locked in like convicts stocked in a prison My conviction's to convince em, toss me in with em Cause like a magician, I turn the opposition into victims With compositions. So positive about it, I got the cops suspicious I'm optimistic but the problem is my noggin isn't Cop a clinician, cause I've been on a mission to Drop bombs on these pissants and right hooks in addition Leave em so shook, it'll cause a continental drift and Geometricians'll get pissed and I'll just sit and laugh like, "ha, not my problem, is it?" [Verse 2] Think I'm finished? I ain't close, just gettin started If you don't think I'm somethin special, you're just straight retarded Let's make a bargain, I'll be a peaceful jerk If you agree that I'm an artist and you're a piece of work Think you're hard? You got it backwards like bees and birds I'll bang ya up and then bang your mom so you're reimbursed It wouldn't be the first time. We've done a lot to say The least but she's mad at me. Last time I forgot to pay I'm actually not okay. I just pocket the pain Cause I don't got a thing to complain about. I was made this way Naturally depressed but happily upset I'm a walkin paradox peerin off the frickin edge Still suicidal? I am I'm Wyatt, somebody put a giant hole in my head If you could see my thoughts, you'd see I'm better off dead Someone fill this void with lead You're turnin heads. I'm snappin necks; listeners are masochists No words to describe what happens next; not an adjective I don't care if I am mean. The ends justify the means Hate a dick but love privacy. Oh, my hypocrisy I need a lobotomy. Idolize the God in me Till he gets taken out and I start rappin bout some house party Maybe rap'll count on me if I just join that flock of sheep They all put hip hop to sleep. I am it's wet dream [Verse 3] I'll become a p**nstar just for the f** of it And find a couple chicks with four golden arches; I'm lovin it Wait, no. What am I sayin? I know I hate those Rappers on the radio talkin bout how they bang hoes But they the ones with the great payroll. Maybe I should change the flow Deflate the wordplay, inflate my ego, and Rap about makin dough. Maybe then the fanbase'll grow But that just ain't me though. I guess I'll never make it, no Screw it. Hell, if I did, I'd ruin it for myself In interviews, they'd realize I'm stupid My only talent is music. Other than that, I'm useless But nobody seems to give a damn when I release some new sh** Afraid I can only do this privately, not live. Ya see I always get the shakes and a bad case of anxiety I ain't in this for the fame or the wealth I just want someone to love cause I hate myself