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?!