You my life, you take away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing till the sun rise.
Its a game for me to watch you suffer in pain, its my favorite thing, and Im a do this shit your slain. You can go and ask God, he wants you dead. Ill put your name to shame everytime my pen hits the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who to rap but cant even sing, the time he sounds good is when hes spreading his rumors, or filling up his beer gut the last of his Coors. Crap, I aint done yet, and dont you ever me to you, Im the next Trent, your that workin Pro Tools at noon and now your chockin your career is over for you. I fuckin you, both you. Dont you got betta to do, than tell each other whos cuter? Mr. Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you your moms a loose bitch, and her two kids can suck my dick, you know who is.
As I walk alone, I still for tomorrow. Dont you forget that I meet you there wont be no sorrow. These streets are cold but this lonely I follow. Im not scared cause I coming home tomorrow.
Dr. Drew says he dont like me. If hes got a problem my penis he can fight me. Motherfuckers think cause Im on the radio they can buy me and put this asshole right me. You think Im a sit here Fuck that, I aint gonna let no psychooooo punk back. In my city, milli milli sing it with me, I got the Truth in the Spirit, you can try and hit me. Theres a certain magic I spit, and only few can match it cause Im right above the ceiling, its a normal habit, thats why these people say I kill it, God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings. So when you meet me, just say Hi, how you doin? I dont need that other crap Wow, I knew how you grew up or you can take the other route and just say Wow, how you blew up, but my back your saying how the fuck did he do it?