Watch me sink, watch me fall apart
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
My whole life's like titanic
Watching me snap in half
Then the whole room starts to panic
Some get frantic
Some freeze like a mannequin
Fix up your attitude
Like a mechanic
Everything is a challenge
Mentally challenged
Get pissed when they say that I've got talent
Because I've worked every single day editing my lines
Making sure to play with the cadence
It didn't just appear like some magic
You say I'm pathetic
I say that I'm empathetic
In a way that makes me the same as you
Get it?
I'm saying that you're pathetic
And every f*cker saying that about rap I should forget it
Imagine handing a kid an axe teaching him
To wack that in the smack dab middle of the tree
And when he's become an addict
Then you say he's bad at it
It's so mad that it's
Pushing me to say dangerous things
Like having a fling in the same room as a woman that I married
How did I manage
To get so manic
I think I have a little mental damage
And they said I sound like eminem
Guess i'm stanning
Slim shady stand up yes i'm standing
Understand this
I've established
An amazing
Understanding
Of amassing
Passion for rapping
Then adding
A bunch of magnets attracting traction fascinating a bunch of rap addicts
Now this whole thing I'm so good at it
I'll drag your whole rhyme scheme through the mud
While having laugh at the fact you think it's good
I can't manage
To hold in how funny I find it all
You're delivery is like a man with no arms trying reload a CANNON
Watch me sink, watch me fall apart
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
I'm sitting in my room again
No room in my mind for any thoughts other than the thought
What am I writing next
No time for a break
No time to relax
Only time to be figuring
Out what the next level of bars I can write
In the next 2 days is
How can I leave my mark on the world
So I'm never forgot
Before I'm pushing up daisies
It's crazy
How every single rapper wanna prove they're distinct
But every time they're rapping it all god damn stinks
Like they're all chilling inside of a pig pen
With shit in their mouth and they carry no sense
So here we go here's my two cents
Shut your mouth
You're are not that sick
You're not 2-pac
You're not eminem
And You're writing skills
Are like gucci gang
People wanna rap about shit they don't even know
Same beat, same rhymes, even same flow
Gold chains, Golden bars, even gold grills
I take drugs, I'm thug, plenty of girls
Sure buddy, we all believe that
You rap inside of your mom's basement
Basing your words on songs that you heard
Giving you wisdom like your not just some kid on the internet
The chorus should be here
But I had more I wanted you to hear
If you're not pouring your soul so into each verse
Then I really just do not car
I make music with blood, sweat, tears
Till I'm smiling from ear to ear
And each year
Improving till I've reached my personal best and I can just cheer
Watch me sink, watch me fall apart
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
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Watch me sink, watch me fall apart
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
My whole life's like titanic
Watching me snap in half
Then the whole room starts to panic
Some get frantic
Some freeze like a mannequin
Fix up your attitude
Like a mechanic
Everything is a challenge
Mentally challenged
Get pissed when they say that I've got talent
Because I've worked every single day editing my lines
Making sure to play with the cadence
It didn't just appear like some magic
You say I'm pathetic
I say that I'm empathetic
In a way that makes me the same as you
Get it?
I'm saying that you're pathetic
And every f*cker saying that about rap I should forget it
Imagine handing a kid an axe teaching him
To wack that in the smack dab middle of the tree
And when he's become an addict
Then you say he's bad at it
It's so mad that it's
Pushing me to say dangerous things
Like having a fling in the same room as a woman that I married
How did I manage
To get so manic
I think I have a little mental damage
And they said I sound like eminem
Guess i'm stanning
Slim shady stand up yes i'm standing
Understand this
I've established
An amazing
Understanding
Of amassing
Passion for rapping
Then adding
A bunch of magnets attracting traction fascinating a bunch of rap addicts
Now this whole thing I'm so good at it
I'll drag your whole rhyme scheme through the mud
While having laugh at the fact you think it's good
I can't manage
To hold in how funny I find it all
You're delivery is like a man with no arms trying reload a CANNON
Watch me sink, watch me fall apart
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
I'm sitting in my room again
No room in my mind for any thoughts other than the thought
What am I writing next
No time for a break
No time to relax
Only time to be figuring
Out what the next level of bars I can write
In the next 2 days is
How can I leave my mark on the world
So I'm never forgot
Before I'm pushing up daisies
It's crazy
How every single rapper wanna prove they're distinct
But every time they're rapping it all god damn stinks
Like they're all chilling inside of a pig pen
With shit in their mouth and they carry no sense
So here we go here's my two cents
Shut your mouth
You're are not that sick
You're not 2-pac
You're not eminem
And You're writing skills
Are like gucci gang
People wanna rap about shit they don't even know
Same beat, same rhymes, even same flow
Gold chains, Golden bars, even gold grills
I take drugs, I'm thug, plenty of girls
Sure buddy, we all believe that
You rap inside of your mom's basement
Basing your words on songs that you heard
Giving you wisdom like your not just some kid on the internet
The chorus should be here
But I had more I wanted you to hear
If you're not pouring your soul so into each verse
Then I really just do not car
I make music with blood, sweat, tears
Till I'm smiling from ear to ear
And each year
Improving till I've reached my personal best and I can just cheer
Watch me sink, watch me fall apart
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
My whole life's like titanic
Watching me snap in half
Then the whole room starts to panic
Some get frantic
Some freeze like a mannequin
Fix up your attitude
Like a mechanic
Everything is a challenge
Mentally challenged
Get pissed when they say that I've got talent
Because I've worked every single day editing my lines
Making sure to play with the cadence
It didn't just appear like some magic
You say I'm pathetic
I say that I'm empathetic
In a way that makes me the same as you
Get it?
I'm saying that you're pathetic
And every f*cker saying that about rap I should forget it
Imagine handing a kid an axe teaching him
To wack that in the smack dab middle of the tree
And when he's become an addict
Then you say he's bad at it
It's so mad that it's
Pushing me to say dangerous things
Like having a fling in the same room as a woman that I married
How did I manage
To get so manic
I think I have a little mental damage
And they said I sound like eminem
Guess i'm stanning
Slim shady stand up yes i'm standing
Understand this
I've established
An amazing
Understanding
Of amassing
Passion for rapping
Then adding
A bunch of magnets attracting traction fascinating a bunch of rap addicts
Now this whole thing I'm so good at it
I'll drag your whole rhyme scheme through the mud
While having laugh at the fact you think it's good
I can't manage
To hold in how funny I find it all
You're delivery is like a man with no arms trying reload a CANNON
Watch me sink, watch me fall apart
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
I'm sitting in my room again
No room in my mind for any thoughts other than the thought
What am I writing next
No time for a break
No time to relax
Only time to be figuring
Out what the next level of bars I can write
In the next 2 days is
How can I leave my mark on the world
So I'm never forgot
Before I'm pushing up daisies
It's crazy
How every single rapper wanna prove they're distinct
But every time they're rapping it all god damn stinks
Like they're all chilling inside of a pig pen
With shit in their mouth and they carry no sense
So here we go here's my two cents
Shut your mouth
You're are not that sick
You're not 2-pac
You're not eminem
And You're writing skills
Are like gucci gang
People wanna rap about shit they don't even know
Same beat, same rhymes, even same flow
Gold chains, Golden bars, even gold grills
I take drugs, I'm thug, plenty of girls
Sure buddy, we all believe that
You rap inside of your mom's basement
Basing your words on songs that you heard
Giving you wisdom like your not just some kid on the internet
The chorus should be here
But I had more I wanted you to hear
If you're not pouring your soul so into each verse
Then I really just do not car
I make music with blood, sweat, tears
Till I'm smiling from ear to ear
And each year
Improving till I've reached my personal best and I can just cheer
Watch me sink, watch me fall apart
Watch me sprint, try to run from
All my sins, yes my counterpart
Watch me sink, watch me
Writer: Liam Pacheco
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid