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