Don't Trip
[Verse 1]
I feel like a ...... gullible bull guzzling crude bubbly juice
while snuggled up uncomfortable in a hut full of dudes
with the front to flaunt off their stuff or their stunning good looks
Mmmmm, methinks they're becoming too tough for their shoes
Yet I'm sat there listening to those stubborn old fools
like I've got nothing to do, no life to live, no honey to screw
and it's troubling to. What's the ****'s a brother to do?
Wait, didn't I already say that **** in some other tune?
I'm not dancing with the devil in the moonlight
I don't even believe in, a creature that deceives
I'm an MC who believes and gives his life to Jesus
Isn't that why I went to church today to receive Him?
Why not? I'm Christian (Please believe!)
A nerdy Scientist on an ongoing Mission (Preach! Preach!)
I'm not a gospel talking priest, I don't scream
nor do I holler when I speak, I'm not a Pentecostal
But I've been known to do the impossible
Make the unreachable and undoable possible
It's truly probable, dude, I'm not a probability person
but it's certain my jewels will make you dudes swallow
So fools follow
Don't jest when a brother's trying to give you a tip, chew and gargle
But all you motherfuckers want to do is gobble
Bamble and ramble, your language is doo-doo and waffle
(*imitating Sylvester*)
Suffering succotash, you're impossible
You're all monsters, kangaroos and arseholes
You're wallabies that punch above your weight
I feel as small as grains on a Dahlit's plate
Do you jack off a lot away?
Is that how you get your cocks so hard and straight?
I find it hard to contemplate
'Cause all you critters do is want to complicate
[Hook: x8]
Don't trip, ************, quit bullshitting
[Verse 2]
After all .....
I'm not the type of person you think I am
I'm sorry I'm not the biggest fan of glitz and glam
I don't run with materialistic bands
And by "bands", I mean groups with the biggest hands
But, cards on the table if you want to cross the line
I'm an Ace with a Heart, I'm One of a Kind
I don't have Diamonds, I'm not one that shines/Shynes
I'm not Jamal Barrow, so I hope I don't get buried alive
I'm kinda like the Israelites
Death before dishonour, not too filled with pride
Look into these eyes and try to find the guy behind the idiot disguise
and you'll discover a much more different kind
My whole life has been nothing more than an equilibrium
Abstract mixed with a hint of surrealism
I guess that's what you get when you have a disability
Your weakness obscures you from human vision
Can't we all get along without the foolish tripping?
Can't we live with ourselves without the stupid bitching?
Without being painted in difficult positions
Dispositioned in different instances has never been so sickening
Just being included is the biggest mission
since the universe itself came into existence
Since autism was invented, all of us have been rejected
When all we want is just to be accepted
No matter what we are, it's impossible to be defended
And what tasks we take part in, it's hard to be commended
The situation there gets harder every second
every time the stopwatch is started and they got us running a distance
Every time we provide a yard, they always want to pinch the fence
without ever giving it back to us, it's left us without protection
There's no insurance, there's not even a shred of sole assurance
which is pointless and a waste of our whole endurance
We're like slaves driven to build gold pyramids
without being rewarded rest or any sort of privilege
And that's kinda where I am in the midst of it
like my autism is one big pit of ****
but that doesn't mean you suckers are permitted to trip
Just put yourself in my sandal shoes and try to walk my avenues
And try to understand me too
[Hook]
@theprofessor,
you know it poet ...make um **** bricks swallowing cement trucks ... park my dont give a **** in the next mark ...I ... X up ... this shits a joke .. I spliff the Dope ... gotta reputation ... repeatedly bash a facein ...the homie you hold closely ... turn enemy, casper why you acting so ghostly ... roach these ... roastery OCD to control my O.D.D. im Odd aint talking bout the future ... my gawd , my gods aint talking .. the walking about ... droppin in out the fushia ... expectin the ultraviolet alter eyelids ... see we wont fall ta violence .. cause my god would stand up , n say this is no fault a my kids, my kin ... this is what I did .. this was my mess ... and yea I was stressed ... your the blood of my universe I digress heart nearly beat out the chest in cardiac arrest ...hard pressed between creating and maintaining life force .... stay up all day n make night for ...the light tore through the windows , sliced through my vision ... woke up .... like This is the End uhh ?? Lucifer ? is that you ...Jesus .. hey christ he looks christian ... an you look like that dude that was sniffin glue in grade two graduate too the simpsons ...auto you... always had that drive ... I was outside in a g ride beside the streetside with my beats high my sneaks high eating refried deepfried .. put my nuts in ya cup a tea time ... supp ... sip that up ... like i gives a **** ...I aint sick as **** .... just kick ya butt ... n bust the sipholus up ... till u think your sick n hot ... go to a clinic doc n it burns to piss in a cup ... aint no such thing as a victum ... Just someone bitchin cause there different and noone will listen or cause they were stupid and put themselves in a bad positition, it all adds up, dont have to be a mathmetician ... you need to capatilize on capitalism an have enough money to afford your children with more then the public system ... Hey heres your grade and your minumum wage slave pay but dont worry ... cause you got an A ...A stands for Asshole ...Asshole stands for working class schmo .... Oh you dont wanna beg or sell blow ... noones normal but you wanna be regular joe ... joe you really wanna be regular yo , NO I didnt think so .. ink soul .. you know im write
peace out cyph gnight
girl keep it tight .. homie give the reef a light till the cheech ignite ....
@theprofessor,
lets be ill wit it
real wit it
**** you deal wit it
this how I feel ... fighting for meal tickets
got a demon inside real wicked
an some steel toes that will kick it
Ice cold im a polar bear its frigid ,I aint frigid ,girl up your digits
im up for living ,aint down with dieing down
**** being forgiven ...Ooops I did it ... and did it again
is something wrong with this boy, I dont think hes listenin
get pissed again cause M looks more tired then Michilan
I dont get my M from michigan ... money dont **** up my dividends
this aint a stand up joke Punchlines in ya throat , u wont say **** again
my ass on ya face,I like the taste of blood... but i like weed more
why you taking me away from my reefer my reefor
what do you think I pre-fer ...God I just wanna wash ya concious in ether
either ... you set an example others can follow ... or you become an example
leaders sample an people follow the sheeple .... drop the anvil
forge a blade ,it is a weapon ... same as a gun n ammo
it can protect you ...or it can kill ... covered in camo
sheethed under flesh an bone ... covered in fat rolls of knowledge
no matter what State I always stay solid
Jokes
I've lost my thoughts like I've got Alzheimer's
It's all kinda unrighteous of me to go blindly
Into a war between unseen forces
And now a friend is gone, I'm a pawn against these horses
These knights of the night tie me down
I wanna fly like a kite, but my flight prevented by a plight
To keep me from finding a friend out of sight
It's so unlike the whole to chase ghosts and ghouls
But when I can't find the spirit I can't find my rules
So I break the one in front of me
I punch, kick, and crush the ton of these
I use rap to done intrigue
Motherfuckers so they can understand what I love to be
Usually my chin is up
But my head won't fit on my neck and looking is tough
Cause my stamina is done to none
Gone to heck
I need a rest for a while like a whole lifetime- it's no fun
One girl gone and another on her way
Love is not a novelty it's just a fool's game
Who am I fooling? I play it night and day
I pray a star will fall and take my wishes away
It's a drug to be taken in massive doses
Once or twice and addicted, now I'm sticking my nose in
Snorting up a lot of amphetamines
Better be seen with less police and more serene energy to mask my lesser genes and pressured being
Be a little less hectic please, the next epidemic is my vacation from the scene
I ain't waiting, I'll sicken this town, there's no debating
Five dollars in my pocket with a label naming
Fifteen less than what it takes to make new brands at a thrift store and become mainstream's baby!
MackleWHORE you ain't plat. no more
Who am I to be stating lately when the crazy **** gets a Labrador?
Man's best friend just to bite my hands
And never get fed again, bitch I need adrenaline!
Am I bedridden? in sleep paralysis or feeling dead again?
Police analysis says I mean to battle this
But now this **** is clouding my mind with shrouds of sin
I'm bound to piss off a couple rowdy kids with my astounding lips
Clapping like a standing ovation
A rapping occasion
A knee-slapping duration of impatience
But I won't make an appearance less I have to, explanation?
More you see me less I'm worth-
Not overrated and avoid inflation
Now why the complainin'?
My brain is wasted as an Irishman with two empty gallons of Heineken
High as ****, either taken too much or just OFF his vitamins
It's vital man, weaving in and out like I'm spider-man
I'll bite your hand, inject enough to kill 9 to ten men
With or without an antidote and a light aspirin
I cannot boast, any more than I can revoke
These anti-jokes, seeing from a tiny line of sight
Like some ant-eye jokes, but full grown he can write and fight with might
Still the ant-guy jokes, he can rap better and faster
This dead guy chokes, he's unclimbing the ladder
So then I joke, I can penetrate his mind nine times faster than the sandman knows
Who's in the closet and who comes out, ain't homophobic but man, I know
That half the show, is taken like the land I own
During depressions, so can I go? With a cannon flow?
Shoot straight out and blast a hull like I bag a ho
Mast will go, and masked I go
On to throw, the show, overboard
And that's my low, let's go
That last flow was probably pirated
But I'm so sick that cholera caught me and bited it
Bite my lines? Try it bitch
I'll punch every tooth from your face before you try this ****
Shards blast like I shot glass
Outburst, mind gone like a shot-glass
Half past night man, night man
I'm a dead man, as
Dead as Osama so am I really dead man?
Am I just terrorizing, not realizing who in truth I am?
But I am who I say I am, I say I'm saying I'm a cross
Between Dre, Chris brown, and Drake, man
Make beats then make beat, the take a seat (in that order!)
Say I play jams with or without my raybands
But to say it takes swag to be in fame, then
You can take ten bitch slaps and a lollipop to send you off
I won't break, man! Don't give me a break
I want hate, maybe a whole state against my ways
Or a holocaust in a gay camp
Imprint of a dick on a gray stamp
As it rains gas to keep it weakly and keeping blatant
Patience, pray to god I won't fray, fans
And give me place to make a name in
Like a rap and troll hall of fame, cause I'm shameless
Remember that the name's Gliitch, when I'm rich and famous
Across the nation~~~
who knew that life would test the things you once believed in
people tell you not to fight ,,, noone tells you its a fight your whole life
even when you think you get it right , u set things straight
left with mistakes , thems the breaks ...and we all break down
feel caged , break out , feel rage.... knock the taste out
bones break and heal ... freal bricks and steel dont have flesh appeal
beat up from the feet up ,, made fetus outta Gd up
Jesus knees up bleed cups shaking n convulsing no blood pulsin seizures
Ive seen a man cuffed to my wrist withdrawl from liqs ...
**** himself covered in piss ..
turned him on his side , sheriff didnt care if he lived or died
, he survived
one time my boy ... said hey look at jason ...watched him quaking..
doing the chicken colonel creation face went white .
like everything up his nose that night
gutter mutha fucka an he chose that life
watched methhead tweaking reading the message infested
in the matress he rested ..screaming he just digested his death bed
**** it you dont like the truth suck it , you know hoes give the best head
ive bin down a road up a ave ,beaten in the back alley ,,gone street on they ass
did drugs , hit thugs , clipped mugs .made chicks bug ...
ate dirt at work with no food on my plate . shits rough ... you tough it out ..
lottta things I dont give a **** a bout .. so i wont complain
about them
an give them a ******* a mouth
they already suck , dont need um to ******* shout ..
I love to swear I swear ... you can air your arrogants
like every other canadiamerican... right there .. in your own home warfare
@theprofessor,
dont follow me .. the pill neo took ..fakes cant swallow me no apology , up they ass colonoscopy a poem on there cheeks .. let honor speak .. pew pew at the pews an gone this week ... some fall to the struggle n some doggs just cant be muzzled...dont bite the hand that feed ya .. soon as it turn to a fist n beat ya ... grin looks grimm ...Reaper ...smile say cheese flash some middle fingers at shock factor emcees , pumped out the factory...yall killin me saying raps deceased ... Hiatus making his masterpiece ... **** artists ill leave ya ass deceased , arson arses , lets dead it n spark the carcus or pass the cheech... back to the beats , back to the pads , back to the pen, back to the lab , back to back .... cause I can back it , sdrowkcab vocab I back words ... play it backwards after I throat jab masters at the masters in front of the masses ... bin a long time cumming like flowing molasses... **** if you too anal .. I will blow in both asses .. wipe in they nose ... my soul nasa , my flow naster ... rapper producer BENEFITin since his first download on napster , pssh on the downlow im dapper...you wanna download my master
@theprofessor,
mmm salad greens an salary ...in calgary with the rest of the regime an calvary ... dream about peace .. my whole team up out this beach .. eat its the gutter last supper , we about to feast... muthafucka didnt stutter , put a reuben in ya mother ..n sandwiched her under the covers well I was making her pancakes flip, covered in butter ... LOL PEACE Out...
@theprofessor,
ms butterworth getting dirtier then mother earth... she grabbin my pen everytime i write another verse... heavyweight put in tons a work... keep our cool dropping tundra ...flirt with death **** life ... **** it ,once an **** it twice ,, cause we 2 ******* nice ...
@theprofessor,
looking at the cadever right after we stabbed her in her bladder she may have bin pissed it didnt matter, did the mathers , tie her up leave her flow'n a ocean ... roaching rappers ... burning through chapters ,, ur chickenheads looking classic jurassic raptors ... wrote our flows on the rafter above her head ...couldnt get us out her mind now shes dead ... we killed it ... real ****
@theprofessor,
sick on the op table .. cutting the ambillical to gods navel ... swimmin in ocean of placenta since the center ... bandaged wrapped in tensors...leave the canvas mapped in legends ... on some rap adventures ... with a bag a green n hip hop magazine in the cut , mix it up ,make a dream syrrrup ... sweet taste victory ... tears bitter sweet ... those days of misery aint missin me ...on some religous ish fucked the game missionary ...wrote my name in hip hops dictionary..right under the definition .. def n itchin .. for my dj to scratch the competition ...put my dick in mary scream jesus .. blaze buddha with some hippys ...hit the hookha with the future ...
Rap II (number two)
I wish I knew the definition of a basket case/
"Something regarded as useless" (thanks google)
so now I'm half a waste/
A waste basket (hey), I lack a radio so I can't pronounce my name/
I see it on billboards, but can't have it changed/
There's two I's in Gliitch, it's just a rapper's game/
It's my username for Internet sites with a lack of brains/
I'd call myself "cranium" but I'm not sane/
so sense ain't made/
Damn grammar is lacked when raps are made by me/
It is bad tense usage back when I will be trapped in chains/
My raps have changed over the past eight days/
Because rhymezone wasn't working and my crap was lame/
This road I go down doesn't have straight lanes/
Officer, I swear I'm sober, I think that someone was just bad with paint/
Now he slaps my face and has a knack to taze (bzzt!)/
Next he collapsed in flames because I have a knack to raze/
Levitate his body, I alienate and make bodies raise/
Not a cow in the heard can safely graze/
And before another rapper tries to make some fame/
I'll place his frame in shame and make him blaze/
Not like the green but the heat and the lapping flames/
Outburst of lines like a nice frag grenade/
Burst in pain/
Fight the light and fly like I'm a hurricane/
Call me turd-for-brains/
To little to be made into a swear-word, what a worthless shame/
Yet when I drop a verse/
The worst of my words curve/
And curveball, hurl off the curb/
Break a window and hurt a bird/
Tore right through a shirt and murdered Kurt/
No lesson learned, I bet it worked/
It imbedded in his work like a casket buried in dirt/
All you apparitions lack permission/
To haunt a rapper's mission/
I'll collapse in visions/
Whilst you spirits grasp my writtens/
And laugh as you snap some bitches/
I don't blame it luck, I blame on impossibilities/
Improbability probably drilling me/
Coffee is killing me/
Empty six pack of Monster Energy/
I ain't living I'm operating on little drinks/
Dark circles under my eyes I'm like a raccoon/
Nocturnal, a scavenger, and I lack truth/
I'd grab you, thrashed and bruised/
And you gasp as I clasp two/
Napkins covered in ether, now suck it up you fag, you/
Are you a man or a vacuum?/
Now I'll blast through/
With my last ruse/
No more rhymes come to mind, I'm damn used/
Like your girl in the bathroom/
Stupid insult aimed at no one but who I rap to/
You rap too?/
Well too bad, cause I'll entrap you/
In purgatory and stab you/
That's my last move/
Checkmate, man I'm back/
Rap II two.../
@theprofessor,
born hip hop graffed the twat .. sir rap alot ... dont give a **** about you asshole and crap alots ...watch , they use to say my spray was agression, Pro teach um a lesson ... ima pro now .. never less then PROgression. I Pronoun, Profound but pronounce it in ounces whatever amounts is a mountain im mountin , they say youth is a fountain, im drunk n these girls got me drowning ...this worlds electric grounding my cord before I core my pipe bomb ..just for Jux hip hop anarchist cookbook ...hi mom .. im High mom ..aint just love im high on .. let by gones be by gones .. no buyers remorse... ima drive a porche into those pylons .. ive the drive a four ... driving foward..hands on the wheel .. foot on the pedal.. with a pinnocio T that says **** gipetto .. you know the richest men in the world grew from the ghetto
Rap II (THE TRILOGY)
Here's a collection of all the parts to my best concoction... Rap II! TEN VERSES OF PURE HOT HIP HOP ENERGY! HERE WE GO!
(Green light!)
Godamn right I'm an anarchist/
I won't give way, not a philanthropist/
After this, there is no acteress/
Just cause girls are allergic to my matteress/
I'm an activist, not a pacifist/
A passerby is not natural, bitch/
You damn naturalists, making acronyms/
To represent how you rap, and ****/
B.A.M.!/
I'm the BIGGEST ASSHOLE in MANAGEMENT/
Laughing at the fact I can master this/
And why are top rappers all African?/
I say N---A and I'm black/
That's my ashes, kid/
I'm a fractioned bitch/
Half the kid that I was back in '06/
I'm back in this/ with a rap to give/
A knack for knocking/
Where's the damn doorbell, "who's there?" It's fuckin hawking/
"Hawking who?" What other hawking has such trouble talking?/
Who do you think?/ do I sound like some 18 year old kink/
Wanting to link with someone's- (shh)/
Think, no one else has a flow like this/
My flow is the river of which/
You swim down until you see the waterfall/
That's where my punchline is!/
And as you soak this up like a sponge, like when I taught em/
You've got something stuck on your tongue, now to be honest/
This has been a fun day at sea, with choppy waters/
But it's time to drop to the floor, drown down bikini bottom/
I'm painting this image in/
Colors unseen by nations, this/
Stationed in a way to make it seem blatant bitch/
But really it's to hide that society has turned satanist/
My mind blank and ****/
All white are my eyes, I'm blind as a fly/
Doused in pesticides and I just can't find/
This necessary types/ to carry my/
Honor, face, so weary I'm/
Sitting NESTED SINGING for a share of my/
Choice in life, but unlike rights, I'm staying tied/
To the tree of which I was carried by/
I feel the urge to fly/
Raised like a canary, I/
Can barely fly, don't ask me why but I can stay in flight/
While they unfairly fight/
Like rappers who cant hold the mic/
Thinking their Slumerican guys/
When really their as fictional as American Pie/
Just cherish the lies/
Facebook is FAKEbook/
Hey look, these fake hooks/
I bet these boys have changed looks/
And how it seems everyone thinks their the "rap god"/
I don't need a title, not yet until it's vital/
When I'm doing platinum and grabbing 'em with each single that I write up/
All night up, I fight the/
Urge to light up and write up/
Another petty battle verse, what a waste of words/
I'm staying heard, without the blaring hurt/
Stupid insults back and forth, what you trying to prove?/
With all of these fakes, seems like their trying to lose/
It's my move, and I'm lightning, I brew/
Raps like caviar and fried shrimp brine soup/
And if you say I'M fake, you might be blind too/
Because I've got all the things I need to try to improve/
With my color scheme blue/
I might as well say I'm SKY-HIGH like the school/
Superpwered all through/
Goodbye, goodnight, so long to
Rap II
Wait... It ain't... Over...
Transition into this ****, man!
Time to kick cans all up in this place!
I wish I knew the definition of a basket case/
"Something regarded as useless" (thanks google)
so now I'm half a waste/
A waste basket (hey), I lack a radio so I can't pronounce my name/
I see it on billboards, but can't have it changed/
There's two I's in Gliitch, it's just a rapper's game/
It's my username for Internet sites with a lack of brains/
I'd call myself "cranium" but I'm not sane/
so sense ain't made/
Damn grammar is lacked when raps are made by me/
It is bad tense usage back when I will be trapped in chains/
My raps have changed over the past eight days/
Because rhymezone wasn't working and my crap was lame/
This road I go down doesn't have straight lanes/
Officer, I swear I'm sober, I think that someone was just bad with paint/
Now he slaps my face and has a knack to taze (bzzt!)/
Next he collapsed in flames because I have a knack to raze/
Levitate his body, I alienate and make bodies raise/
Not a cow in the heard can safely graze/
And before another rapper tries to make some fame/
I'll place his frame in shame and make him blaze/
Not like the green but the heat and the lapping flames/
Outburst of lines like a nice frag grenade/
Burst in pain/
Fight the light and fly like I'm a hurricane/
Call me turd-for-brains/
To little to be made into a swear-word, what a worthless shame/
Yet when I drop a verse/
The worst of my words curve/
And curveball, hurl off the curb/
Break a window and hurt a bird/
Tore right through a shirt and murdered Kurt/
No lesson learned, I bet it worked/
It imbedded in his work like a casket buried in dirt/
All you apparitions lack permission/
To haunt a rapper's mission/
I'll collapse in visions/
Whilst you spirits grasp my writtens/
And laugh as you snap some bitches/
I don't blame it luck, I blame on impossibilities/
Improbability probably drilling me/
Coffee is killing me/
Empty six pack of Monster Energy/
I ain't living I'm operating on little drinks/
Dark circles under my eyes I'm like a raccoon/
Nocturnal, a scavenger, and I lack truth/
I'd grab you, thrashed and bruised/
And you gasp as I clasp two/
Napkins covered in ether, now suck it up you fag, you/
Are you a man or a vacuum?/
Now I'll blast through/
With my last ruse/
No more rhymes come to mind, I'm damn used/
Like your girl in the bathroom/
Stupid insult aimed at no one but who I rap to/
You rap too?/
Well too bad, cause I'll entrap you/
In purgatory and stab you/
That's my last move/
Checkmate, man I'm back/
Rap II two.../
Then I gotta make three to make this thing into a trilogy!
You gettin' me?
I can't see past the red light
Traffic is massive, but said sight
Has gone bad and the kids in the back, scream "Dad!"
And the sirens blast, gotta get past fast
Through the four-way, like fitting a whore through a doorway
Only to be too poor to pay without more change
And now I can relax, the cars behind me all crashed, and the cops are all bashed
And a man's bottom half is detached
The 2 million dollars in my bag, I keep up the drag
Drift corners not half-bad, a helicopter leaves it's pad
And I flash right past a cab
Then I hear my mom scream "it's time for dinner"
I pause my game and turn off the system
I laugh as I had crashed into some victims
But it don't matter I'll respawn in my crib in the city
So violent these games, but who am I to complain
"Halo or COD?" Man to me they're the same
You shoot people and splatter their remains
Against the pane with a gun that never breaks
And you pick up ammo with your legs
And you always quick-scope to aim
Stupid video games ruining a generation of legitimate brains
So lame, the first group are called gamers...
Then these posers wear their SnapBacks
Bad phat like they a cool cat and act like they pack crack
Half the batch is crap, overly sober
But acts high when they can't laugh back
Then they act like they can entrap rap
Without a single multisyllable in their damn track!
(Oh man)
Then they say "yo raps ain't ****"
"Take a sniff of my lit. Yeah it smells like my dick"
No homo but you'd have to pay me a fortune for me to sniff that ****
The 2 inch brick ain't even worth a spit
That's the posers for ya- but bitches get lit
Here bitches are
With graciousness without even paying attention to education
Then they claim that they can't get no vacation
From a fake-ass struggle, who are they playin'?
If they keep complainin' I'll go equality on their asses and lose my patience
Smack her face so hard she learns equations
Like bitch+stupid+ignorant=satan
But not 666, it's more like 69
Sex and money is all that's on their minds
And when they cross the line, and get pregnant and the father is lost in time
She blames it on the crimes committed by the lot of guys
As if "the fault ain't mine!"
Bitch, halt that line, it deserves an awesome rhyme
Nevermind, now get that fake butt out of my
Office and go outside
Haven't they seen the light?
Or undercovers where dark is all across their eyes
They'll end up with eight children and almost cauterized
By so many diseases, you can't even find them all online!
Next group to aim to is the hipsters
Kids, ya never get ta pay attention to history?
Listen here, a well-balanced man is gonna get somewhere
While a bitch like this is getting nowhere
Some of you cut, as if that'll solve depression, it's for the attention, keep guessing
Then metalheads are saying that the screaming has meaning
"The band members are cool" so what, man my ears are bleeding
Their music is but a load up the butt
It's gay, not homosexual but the derogatory term for "it sucks"
Then you weird fedora wielding 80's pants and unappealing
Somewhat revealing of emotions and wannabe comedic
Pieces of unreal deceiving and ADD hungry humans
The typical hipsters, that's who I'm talking to
Let me take a walk with you
I bet you'd bring up music (and bring your Walkman too!)
You've got an iPhone 2? Take zero and multiply by two
That's the amount of fucks I give about it, you
Uncultured fool, your talents are hackeysacking, playing acoustic, and complaining about mainstream and how the lot are tools
You're both essentially the same
All you do is complain complain
And portray the fools
And you get angry angry
Over some love bullshit when still in school
What do you know of love? As if you've had experience
You've dated 8 girls and you're 14? That's called being a bitch
Because you make girls cry
Awful guy, can't pick or choose, that ain't love, it's called being sly
Don't ask me why, but I'll continue to complain about complainers
I'm a pain within your anus
A hypocritical fading wasting fake kid
Who's trying to get famous in his basement
But I've got my life planned out, I see around the corner
I'm banging on the pots and pans, saying "I'll make it... I'll make it..."
I'll make it, and any fake bitch that's in my way will take me faceless
Cause I'll make him feel shame while I will break him
And now my layers are flakin'
And I'll finish this off, my soul stripped naked
On every word
I burn the worst
And brand the hurt
"Rap II the Third"
And finish the blur
Like any good verse---
