[HOOK]
What do I know?
All I do is spit what comes to mind, bro

[VERSE 1]
So when you hear me rapping pridefully
And decide you aren't a fan of me?
Fine by me, but realise I'm not the kind to be
Writing lyrics that span for like five minutes
'Bout me spitefully criticising my critics
Just because I'm gettin' panned,
Doesn't mean I should waste my time
Gettin' my temper flared; same applies
To the opposite side: my day-one fans
Think about it: way before I was makin'
Half-assed songs, had you ever
Gave me a chance? If the answer is:
“Fuck yes!,” then I'd definitely question it,
No questions about it, fair enough, right?

[VERSE 2]
Music's the light of my life,
I don't wanna look like I just blew up
The scene, when the desire's ignited to
Brew up a scheme that'll take me higher
Than shrooms in a breeze,
I'm proof anything is possible, being
Mentally retarded was never shit to me
With my father on booze; what's a
Negligent drunken motherfucker gonna
Possibly do to me?
Be a man and take duty of care? Nah
I'ma be Call of Duty when I bear arms
And I finna colour the roof red with the Uzi–
But... it's best not, I'm just not in the mood;
See, I'm getting carried away,
And what the fuck is your excuse?
Seems like every day I'm writing,
My happiest place is Hell on Earth,
Is this blessing a curse?

© William Robert Death
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