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Mama's Boy
- I'm not rich, but I'll still diss,
- Can't win with my fists, fuck! That's okay, I don't give a shit.
- 'Cause I'm never really enough for anybody,
- But you don't see me fuss about it!
- I'll fade into the mist, like a mic echo after shit got spit.
- I no longer exist, see you later, bitch!
- I'll always insult, fill up the wounds with salt!
- Whether this shit isn't or is your fault.
- DON'T YOU GUYS HATE ME?! WHY DOES EVERYONE CARE WHEN I'M CRAZY?!
- I mean seriously, man, look at these rap pages. A racist kid wouldn't dare repeat this shit,
- After they read this.
- Hey, Tarjani! Come on to the party!
- And tell me why mama ain't callin',
- Wait, I know why.
- She's a BITCH! THAT'S not a lie.
- This shit is comin' from 14 year old me,
- White guy with Stan Problems.
- Revolution Joke: Still ain't solved it. HAHA!
- Me and Missile, with a little fiddle, askin' deep riddles that puzzle
- Every come 'n goer over at the party spot, and whether you like it or not,
- Better prepare to get shocked, bitch,
- Underdogs and X Factor are back on the TOP!
- You know, sometimes,
- I'm just 2 Sober 2 get drunk,
- 2 low 2 get high,
- 2 depressed 2 find love,
- 2 scared 2 enjoy life,
- 2 local 2 be a thug,
- 2 happy 2 wanna die,
- 2 wordy 2 get stuck,
- 2 Shaky 2 be vibrant,
- 2 many times I been outta luck,
- 2 much fame not 2 be liked,
- 2 much of a virgin 2 wanna fuck,
- 2 horny 2 go outside,
- All this pain, inside of my brain,
- Still enough 2 be okay.
- (We fall down, fall down,
- Like best pals, best pals,
- We make your frown, make your frown,
- Go upside down, upside down!)
- I've been way to much of a soldier, to let this shit on my shoulders feel like a boulder!
- This life at some point will make me grow colder as I get older,
- But I ain't gon' fold up, I'ma keep gettin' up, for the ones that I love,
- Show you I still fight!
- Show you I still bite!
- Darker than the blackest night!
- Show you that I must've taken a hundred strikes, yet I still survived!
- 'Cause everything that kills me makes me feel alive!
- I told you everything's okay!
- But then you saw Daddy cry!
- I told you I would keep you safe!
- But later, you were under the bed hidin',
- I told you that robber was tired!
- I told you I'd never take a life!
- (GUNSHOT)
- I told you a million lies!
- (Zac and Cameron scream)
- Oh that's just Cam and Zac, with a gun to their backs,
- I mean, Cam was talkin' trash behind MY back,
- And Zac betrayed me, stabbed me in mine!
- But hey, I just might, return the favor,
- Maybe I'll get over it one day, not today.
- (GUNSHOT! GUNSHOT!)
- I told you Zac, we don't talk shit about pals behind their backs!
- You should'a kept your fire arm toys put away!
- Next time Cam calls me a prick, I'll live up to the name!
- (GUNSHOT!)
- This'll teach 'em not to let me play with it, EH?!
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