Shorty Tantrum (Album Version) Video (MV)

Oh, son of a bitch, stranding on a beach
Just woke up with an itch that I can barely reach
Only got my Switch, with my android phone that's been breached
Since I'm stuck in this ditch, nothing can stop me from making a screech
Ah
This is just a concept I stitched, just a random thing I generously preached
Writing down inches and pinches of words to demonstrate the feelings I have reached
Sorry if I twitch when you're streaming my music and you start saying "You're sucking", ya leech
But I rather show my mindset for this kitsch than be chugging a gallon of pure bleach
Don't get involved in, it's an explosion, to be frank, an implosion
With the guts I have, all it takes is consumption of C4s to show distortion
From a man as little as Caesars who's hot and ready for impulsion
Cause despite my size, and I cannot lie, I'm reaching greater heights, out of proportion
That's right, it's a motion, an emotional wreckage I'm proposing
A proposal? Not a wedding, but is like I'm marrying the madness that I'm exposing
Poor expectations from the rest who think that this mindset's decomposing
No doors shut on my face as far as this opening ain't closing
"F*cking hell" is what I say, since everyone's screwing each other when the world's on fire
"Wishing well" they say but is not you, they think about when fulfilling their desires
You can tell by the flames on their pants, is obvious to see that they are damn, damn liars
Man, this smells like a shitty hot mix of a fused broke wire and a bruised burnt tire
Enough of your horseshit, I know your bullshit, I'm going batshit, so I ain't tired
Why you acting like a jester? Do these clowns have D.C. as the only kind of source to get inspired?
Whatever, I don't even need an excuse to be snapping in an instant, so unnecessary, no license is required
I'm the Short Al, capable of nuke-sized tantrums, so I'm not surprised I'm undesired when I'm too hardwired
Watch out
It's a Short Guy's Tantrum
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It's a Shorty Tantrum
Shorty Tantrum
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It's a Short Guy's Tantrum
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It's a Shorty Tantrum
Shorty Tantrum
First of all, sorry for stereotyping all of my kind
To all the short queens and kings, I always keep you in mind
But
Second of all, I'm not withdrawing, this Shorty's on a roll, meaning on a grind
Cause I'm on the move, on the road since there's inspirations that I need to find
But then this madness kicks in on the pedal, so now these thoughts are intertwined
Like an insane cruise, it's driving me crazy that I ain't staying in lanes, I'm not aligned
Shit, now I'm caught in a car crash, but perhaps is an analogy of life
It's the brain that plays war games until it becomes a personal, internal strife
Such occurrence, that seems abnormal for the basic, but to me is just rife
Smoother on the surface, but if used improperly, I can cause harm like a butter knife
So pass me the sharpener for my head, I'ma need preparation for these thoughts, alright?
No one should be expected to finish a story without making an outline or draft overnight
So excuse my French if I'm being too heinous and too stubborn in this fight when I write
Mais va te faire foutre, toi et tes yeux de juge, bite. Is that right?
Dang, I do have a Napoleon complex, no wonder I talk too much about my height
Perhaps it is a subject I must bring to my therapist to investigate my spite
Or maybe is an insecurity that I decided to poke fun of with such delight
What's the point of wallowing over something insignificant when I know that I can be quite tight?
Enough shenanigans. Listen, I'm harder to read than Finnegan's Wake, my guy
And when I arrive, the temperatures are so high I can overheat the summer in July
See, I lack enthusiasm when my bad luck messes with my self-esteem, yet I defy
When the moment is there, take it as the only opportunity I have, and I can't say bye
Let this weirdo do his thing, it's time to grab a mic, get some lyrics, and amplify
These words coming out of my vocal chords, I'm local to my people, so I hereby
Dedicate myself to this battle, to this struggle, ain't got time to mumble or to cry
It's time to spread the wings, be a hawk, be a jet when it's time for me to fly
Watch out
It's a Short Guy's Tantrum
Watch out
It's a Shorty Tantrum
Shorty Tantrum
Watch out
It's a Short Guy's Tantrum
Watch out
It's a Shorty Tantrum
Shorty Tantrum
This is the end, like the Book of Revelations, I am destined for something major
To my enemies and demons, better wave white flags, time for y'all to sign this waiver
Better give up all your scheming and your beaming, I'm redeeming from the traitors
Who would treat me like a source for tormentation, intimidation, so enough with slavers
Let's keep it going, keep it rolling, like the taste of ravioli, guacamole, or tamales, I will savor
Every moment, Holy Moly, all these fellas turn to Hokey Pokey trends, but I will wager
That I'll do better cause I'm colossal like a Titan arming myself with knowledge, and you're in danger
Es mi casa, is no wonder I'll attack everyone that do me wrong, so it's apparent I'm mad with a Yeager
But acrobatic with words like Levi when I'm spinning and twisting when slaying a verse
Irreversible, versatile, variable with intensive urge to carry on when I'm a walking curse
Even so, this motivation is necessary to succeed, to be free when the time comes to traverse
It's a performance I'm ready for, better or worse, I must dedicate myself to rehearse
As an artist, as a person who sees the world, it's my right to describe our universe
Since the day I saw potential, I began anew to discover that everything seemed reverse
So if by chance there's a time for me to retire and I'm being taken care of a helping nurse
I'll cry out my voice to test my ability before I get my corpse in a hearse
No procrastination or mental condition is holding me down. Instead, I will use these
For a productive deduction to hold unto my wits when times aren't at ease
When the Earth turns and turns as humanity keeps struggling to achieve possible peace
This Shorty ain't giving up, even if I'm dehydrated, deep in hatred, or collapsed by my knees
So bring it, bitch, I'm just getting started, I'm just too cold, I can make you freeze
This is a battle between me and the circumstances that I'm facing, so would you please
Witness as greatness is built from the ground, getting rough as a trunk, growing like oak trees
No more humiliation when I have no reason to deal with BS like its feces
This is war against the darkest part of psychology, this is Socrates
Delivering philosophy to the hopeless and relatable, and is not to tease
But to be considered for real, when everyone else is laughing at you through their PCs
Let us grab a grater and tatter all the negativity like it's shredded cheese
Final warning, consider it as a treaty, but I swear to my expertise
If I see you messing with such innocence with your incoherent blabbering pleads
Remember that you'll be turned by your words and you'll end being choked by your deeds
With that evil inside you beating you, bleeding you, ripping you, tearing you and finish you with it's lasting squeeze
It's a proud Shorty guarantee
Watch out
It's a Short Guy's Tantrum
Watch out
It's a Shorty Tantrum
Shorty Tantrum
Watch out
It's a Short Guy's Tantrum
Watch out
It's a Shorty Tantrum
Shorty Tantrum