@Whitmofomonkysmugla2,
Lost For Words
[Intro]
I’m speechless, I ...
I don’t know what to say, man
I’m just ... speechless
I don’t even know where to begin
[Hook]
All my life I’ve been tryin’ to find
The answers to the questions on my mind
But somehow it just seems that it’s got the best of me
I really don’t know what to do
What to say
I’m lost for words
Lost for words
Lost for words
I’m lost for words
[Verse 1]
I don’t need an introduction, so it’s best to keep it quiet
Let’s cut right to the chase, start this ish up like a riot
Don’t deny it; go ahead and try it
You wanna underestimate me and then try and justify it
I say the type of **** guaranteed to get your eyes lit
Like a Jack O’Lantern when you put it on your porch and light it
It’s ignited like a dynamite; the fuse is lit
You oughta hit the deck and close your ears before it flies and sets the sky alight
That’s the way I blow up, and that’s the way I go nuts
I’m flyin’ over your turf like a pack of crazy locusts
This is how I’ve been since June, I rap this way, I throw up
Like a stomach infection; why do I act this way? I know not
What’s it got to do with you? Fackin’ gay, just close up
Stop harassin’ me, okay? My rap is lame, but so what?
I lay it out just like a pack of spades and Jokers
Clubs, hearts and diamonds; once I hit your ass with aces, FOLD UP!
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’m lost for words like I was speechless to speak
But the type of **** that’s played seems demeanin’ to me
On the radio, YouTube, or LCD TV
The same mainstream songs, and it’s easy to see
How many kids are influenced by the things that they witness
Gangsterish gimmicks and images is the business
What the fickin’ fick is this ****? It’s given me sickness
And the plot gets even more serious as it thickens
If a man misbehaves, man, hit him with biscuits
And I don’t mean with cat food, Felix or Whiskas
To tell the truth, I don’t think anyone listens
When they said to stop the violence; they’re filled with the thickness
Of an elephant, or a jar filled with thick liquid
This **** is all truth, this **** isn’t no fiction
I think they’ve all re-possessed the addiction
And this is exactly the sort of **** that I’m pissed with
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
So many questions that you’re tryin’ to find the answers to
The whole world is mad at you
And these adults always have an attitude
They raise their bad behaviour to such a staggerin’ altitude
‘Til it reaches its peak the same height as Mount Everest
And it saddens you; upsettin’ dude - it’s madness, I’m tellin’ you
Hectic to the point where you can’t tolerate the crap they do
I guess it’s because you and they are different dudes
The only difference is, you’re not the one with crazy issues
And it makes you wanna cry, get some paper tissues too
This is your sad story, this phase is just beginnin’, dude
I don’t wanna dishearten you – look into your heart, it’s true
They want none to do with you, they’re very pretty heartless fools
Let them be, live your life, we’ll see who gets the last laugh
Ha ha ha! Use a joke or punchline, that’s that!
They’re tryin’ to snatch your integrity; snatch it back!
Swing for ‘em, let ‘em feel your weight, where your bag is at?
Don’t take that callous crap or be the one to bag the rap
Take that burden off your shoulder, snap that fuckin’ fag in half!
Now you’re a happy man, not some psycho man named Stan
Your life is sweet, you just got it from the Candyman
The Candyman can, and it’s really uncanny
How you can make the best out of a little circumstance that’s bad
You don’t need no luck or some magic from a talisman
Just go by what’s in your heart, grow some balls, stand a man
It seems that I look in the mirror, see my reflection
I look exhausted as hell
Why do I talk to myself?
I need to grow up, put the madness back onto the shelf
And I don’t think this autism helps
I’m lost for words ...
