Syndrome - Troublemaker lyrics

Troublemaker lyrics Verse 1 My flow is diabolic hypnotic witness my villainy My mission is to hypnotize with vivid authenticity teachers use to tell me "ADD's a disability!" But now I'm the conductor and my flow is like a symphony In middle school I was the cla** clown bully Mischievous and infamous to teachers who were pushy Shooting paper clips, I'd aim directly at her booty Only mission was to aggravate the teacher when I'm moody Causing pandemonium thinking that I'm the chosen one- Always looking for targets my words were just like a loaded gun And it was loads of fun the way that I would catch a buzz Was every time I that I was written up I'd smoke another blunt- -my parents always acting so strict It made me so sick, I started Believing I was Moses doctor saying I'm in impulsive, obsessive compulsive, drug induced type of psychosis- Hook I'm a troublemaker troublemaker up to no good Not a bad guy, I'm just misunderstood Slightly psychopathic but I never been a crook People showing me respect everywhere that I look Verse 2 -didn't listen! I was too busy popping some Ritalin kicked out of detention I was playing with my ding-a-ling Sniffing thizzle pills while thinking thoughts you'd say are sickening The type a spice I'd smoke was amplifying my hostility Every pink slip was like a new achievement So addicted to the rush never seeking treatment You know I was so corrupt and I'm so conceded No remorse for my victims leave them so depleted Principles a punk so I tied her up, bondage Got some duct tape and I was holding her hostage Open up my pockets I was reaching for the wallet Bumping Eminem and Hopsin while she's begging me stop it Drawing dick pics everybody on my hit list Kicking it with misfits, "cheeking" my prescriptions ADHD was like I had a golden ticket to be Doing whatever I wanted to do and I'm beating you into submission Hook Troublemaker troublemaker up to no good Not a bad guy I'm just misunderstood Slightly psychopathic but I never been a crook People showing me respect everywhere that I look Verse 3: Calling teachers by their first name I been getting written up since the first grade When I smacked a yard duty jump rope to her face Cheryl's feet looked like a dinosaur that probably had AIDS- Was about 4-50 she would tip the scale I would push all of her bu*tons till my tricks prevailed Hide in bushes yelling "Cheryl," as I cussed and sweared Throwing write ups at the people who would stop and stare Show up at a table nearby trying to find who Said her first name threatening she don't like you "if nobody confesses I'll be writing up ALL YOU" Took a dump in your golf cart watch it slide through Threw my sisters Barbie in the toilet for attention Added hot sauce tried to make it look infected Tossed in a baby doll limbs disconnected Everybody looking shocked, psychologically molested Hook Troublemaker, troublemaker up to no good Not a bad guy I'm just misunderstood Slightly psychopathic but I never been a crook People showing me respect everywhere that I look