Old Rap 9
• Written by Sorcerer
Sorcerer's Notes
I found this in my old rap journal. I wrote this back in April. I actually remember this one. I wrote it to be similar to The Way I Am by Eminem. Reading it again after all these months, I can understand why it only got a B- on the blueprint. The rhyming scheme isn't particularly good but I have a soft spot for this one. I think it's good.
I can't take it anymore
You say that it's war
While you're burnin’ the clothes that you wore
‘Cause you can't wear the same outfit twice or they'll say that you lack originality
But I'm afraid it just happens naturally
Comin’ from inside of your family
You got a fright
‘Cause I'm white
And I'm right
And I ain't gonna let you off lightly
So you start talkin’ shit just to spite me
But that's your problem, it's your self-esteem
I'm not afraid to be mean
And I'm not all that keen
To make up and shake hands and be friends
‘Cause you motherfuckers are drivin’ me ‘round the bend
And I'd rather be alone, at least I know who I'm with
I know what to expect from myself and I'm not talkin’ shit
But I find so much comfort in just bein’ alone
And don't call me up ‘cause I won't answer the phone
I'mma stay in my room and write lyrics
Drink spirits
Like David Schwimmer when he's screamin’ “pivot!”
And you think that I'm rude
And I'm crude
And I break all the rules
But rules were meant to be broken
And who gives a fuck ‘bout who wrote ‘em
Every rule breaker has a mighty big scrotum
And my sense of humour
Is givin’ you a tumour
And you heard a rumour
‘Bout me that I can't confirm or deny
But don't mention it again or I'll give you a black eye
I don't understand, when did I become the bad guy
The one who's most likely to shoot up his school
And who doesn't give a fuck or label himself cool
I am whatever I want myself to be
And I don't give a fuck what you say about me
Sometimes I'm a rapper, sometimes I'm a rocker
And I'm sharin’ a bath with Julia Roberts
And I might just give up and join the Foo Fighters
And laugh at you all, the Holocaust deniers
And I might grow my hair out and tat’ myself up
And complain ‘bout my name and just pull myself up
And climb to the top of the ranks
With my mates
To stand above you and pull down all our pants
And smile and laugh as we all have a wank
As we jizz all on you and all over your friends
And we don't give a fuck that you call yourself tens
You're nothin’ to us, you're just covered in our jizz
And I gotta go again, so prepare for my piss
