[Hook]
No one can save me so why would I pray to the sky
I swear I'll stay out of line until the day that I die
I'm a fuckin' problem, you can see the hate in my eyes
'Cause it's hard to be positive around negative minds
[Verse]
My mind's a live wire, like a Mountain Dew
But everybody around me's spillin' the fountain's youth
Pretty soon it's gon' be plain old water
And the rain'll blow harder, any rainbows? Nada
I guess I gotta rise above it or I will suffer
So I'm focusing on eatin' you guys for supper
So try to cover my mind with negativity, quickly
I will grip my sickle, stick you when I'm kickin' these similes
I'ma spit till infinity so quit nic-fitting to rid of me
I'm MLB, you're little league, I'll shit on you literally
When you're need of an enemy, don't pick me I'm really mean
I'm a sinister, admit that all your writtens are trickery
So trick or treat, I'ma frickin' beast, I'm sick when I'm rippin' beats
I will flip if you mention me or even think about dissin' me
I'll eat your delicious meat, use my sickle to pick my teeth
Then I'll dip to the city streets for a McChicken at Mickey D's
Just a tip if you're listening; I'm mentally unstable
I'm able to cook the best MC, the recipe was fatal
I was meant to be an A-hole, I rock it with confidence
You're the opposite of hot, you spit like you're suckin' a cock or dick
I'll lock a bitch in the trunk, pop it when the clock hits six
Then have thoughts, "should I watch her rot or chop her into lots of bits?"
What's causing this? It's obvious that your negative thoughts have just
Ruined my brain, if not that, I guess my fuckin' noggin's split
Either way, I've lost my sense, cause chaos in your metropolis
You're soft as cotton, I'm probably gonna cause the apocalypse
You're preposterous, a glitch with more lags than an octopus
Incompetent, calling you stupid would be a compliment
Now who's being the negative one, son?
I'm a dark cloud, gloomin' till everyone runs
I'm sick of conundrums, do a way with you crumb bums
Then I get sketched out and I stay in my dungeon
For days, I'm a waste of space, least that's what I've been told
And so I am an oddball like Molly Ringwald
In Pretty In Pink, idiots think I'm spitting for the kitty and rings
That's petty to me, really I just spit shit to be free
I'm absurd, my last words'll probably be backwards
No raps filled with actors, rappers on bad terms
It's assured, I'm a raptor when I smash verbs
Laughter, the only way you'd be the shit is rat turds
I'm bringing back that boom bap, so you can assume that
You're meeting your doom after I spit my tune raps
Oops, crap, I mean rap tunes, I'm a baboon
Colder than a statue, givin' rappers stab wounds
