We live in the age of superstition
I bet you say, Who are you? Just to make it a difference
I don't care, I'm a man, Not a myth, F*ck a legend
You people all label, Mumble, Rap, Great, That's disgusting, Disturbing and disrespectful
In every way there is to imagine disgraceful
I try to keep an open ear to music, I think my headphone's broke from filling up with blood I can't hear it
First Grade I loved rock and roll, Nirvana Smells Like Teen Spirit
Second grade I got Papa Roach the Last Resort is in pieces
Third grade I had Three Days Grace, It's Never Too Late
Fourth grade I've been introduced to a new game, I fell in love right away
Rap, A path to escape reality and pain
I plug Eminem in, Lose Yourself I start it each day
Yeah, What would you know, People start shit or they have something to say
To try and harm me, Belittle me, They did not knowing
What they were doing is just charging me, All the way till I'm hitting 100 percent
Now that I'm fully charged, You're gonna get the concept I intend
My order is you live a torturous life, Sentenced in debt
Apologies are useless, I know your intent
No remorse for you, Cause of you I'm at the lowest I've been
You don't know what it's like to be self conscious and just pretend
That everything's alright, In reality it isn't
Damn right I just said it, Go cry and be offended
I'm defending my perspective, Point of view That's my objective
To be the best, F*ck acceptance bitch, I've never had it
F*ck all the critics and haters, They can suck my dick with two balls when I make it
Make them suffocate till they die, Don't resuscitate them
I don't give a f*ck now since I see that you're the lame one
I got more than one hobby what's yours? I cannot wait
I got plenty of money that I earned worked for and saved
I think you keep, Forgetting music ain't getting me paid
I keep grinding though hoe, At my own steady high rate
I'm from Hickville, Cresco, cracko you know it as the corn state
I'm antisocial, I can't help it, I was born this way
That's why I'm awkward, Or never seen out in public, It's strange
My underlying problems, Are the main cause for rage
I don't like to talk about it, I vow to work on the process
I try so hard, Maybe that's why when I rhyme, I sound so complex
I question and criticize myself more than your best profession
Shut the f*ck up, I've had it with the lectures
I'm doing my best to get better, Thanks for the criticism and short effort
I'm trying to live life high like Hugh Hefner
The possibility of that each day grows slimmer
Like the chance I get to rap with a slaughterhouse member
A track with an emcee, You get lyrically murdered
Bars so hot, you get goosebumps every time you hear em
Musics inspiration puts me ahead in rhythm
Being antisocial put me in position to write playful rhymes and riddles
So there you have it, That's what it is
It's just playful rhymes and riddles
Love yourself man, Do what you love, Oh yeah, I'm anti-social
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English
We live in the age of superstition
I bet you say, Who are you? Just to make it a difference
I don't care, I'm a man, Not a myth, F*ck a legend
You people all label, Mumble, Rap, Great, That's disgusting, Disturbing and disrespectful
In every way there is to imagine disgraceful
I try to keep an open ear to music, I think my headphone's broke from filling up with blood I can't hear it
First Grade I loved rock and roll, Nirvana Smells Like Teen Spirit
Second grade I got Papa Roach the Last Resort is in pieces
Third grade I had Three Days Grace, It's Never Too Late
Fourth grade I've been introduced to a new game, I fell in love right away
Rap, A path to escape reality and pain
I plug Eminem in, Lose Yourself I start it each day
Yeah, What would you know, People start shit or they have something to say
To try and harm me, Belittle me, They did not knowing
What they were doing is just charging me, All the way till I'm hitting 100 percent
Now that I'm fully charged, You're gonna get the concept I intend
My order is you live a torturous life, Sentenced in debt
Apologies are useless, I know your intent
No remorse for you, Cause of you I'm at the lowest I've been
You don't know what it's like to be self conscious and just pretend
That everything's alright, In reality it isn't
Damn right I just said it, Go cry and be offended
I'm defending my perspective, Point of view That's my objective
To be the best, F*ck acceptance bitch, I've never had it
F*ck all the critics and haters, They can suck my dick with two balls when I make it
Make them suffocate till they die, Don't resuscitate them
I don't give a f*ck now since I see that you're the lame one
I got more than one hobby what's yours? I cannot wait
I got plenty of money that I earned worked for and saved
I think you keep, Forgetting music ain't getting me paid
I keep grinding though hoe, At my own steady high rate
I'm from Hickville, Cresco, cracko you know it as the corn state
I'm antisocial, I can't help it, I was born this way
That's why I'm awkward, Or never seen out in public, It's strange
My underlying problems, Are the main cause for rage
I don't like to talk about it, I vow to work on the process
I try so hard, Maybe that's why when I rhyme, I sound so complex
I question and criticize myself more than your best profession
Shut the f*ck up, I've had it with the lectures
I'm doing my best to get better, Thanks for the criticism and short effort
I'm trying to live life high like Hugh Hefner
The possibility of that each day grows slimmer
Like the chance I get to rap with a slaughterhouse member
A track with an emcee, You get lyrically murdered
Bars so hot, you get goosebumps every time you hear em
Musics inspiration puts me ahead in rhythm
Being antisocial put me in position to write playful rhymes and riddles
So there you have it, That's what it is
It's just playful rhymes and riddles
Love yourself man, Do what you love, Oh yeah, I'm anti-social
I bet you say, Who are you? Just to make it a difference
I don't care, I'm a man, Not a myth, F*ck a legend
You people all label, Mumble, Rap, Great, That's disgusting, Disturbing and disrespectful
In every way there is to imagine disgraceful
I try to keep an open ear to music, I think my headphone's broke from filling up with blood I can't hear it
First Grade I loved rock and roll, Nirvana Smells Like Teen Spirit
Second grade I got Papa Roach the Last Resort is in pieces
Third grade I had Three Days Grace, It's Never Too Late
Fourth grade I've been introduced to a new game, I fell in love right away
Rap, A path to escape reality and pain
I plug Eminem in, Lose Yourself I start it each day
Yeah, What would you know, People start shit or they have something to say
To try and harm me, Belittle me, They did not knowing
What they were doing is just charging me, All the way till I'm hitting 100 percent
Now that I'm fully charged, You're gonna get the concept I intend
My order is you live a torturous life, Sentenced in debt
Apologies are useless, I know your intent
No remorse for you, Cause of you I'm at the lowest I've been
You don't know what it's like to be self conscious and just pretend
That everything's alright, In reality it isn't
Damn right I just said it, Go cry and be offended
I'm defending my perspective, Point of view That's my objective
To be the best, F*ck acceptance bitch, I've never had it
F*ck all the critics and haters, They can suck my dick with two balls when I make it
Make them suffocate till they die, Don't resuscitate them
I don't give a f*ck now since I see that you're the lame one
I got more than one hobby what's yours? I cannot wait
I got plenty of money that I earned worked for and saved
I think you keep, Forgetting music ain't getting me paid
I keep grinding though hoe, At my own steady high rate
I'm from Hickville, Cresco, cracko you know it as the corn state
I'm antisocial, I can't help it, I was born this way
That's why I'm awkward, Or never seen out in public, It's strange
My underlying problems, Are the main cause for rage
I don't like to talk about it, I vow to work on the process
I try so hard, Maybe that's why when I rhyme, I sound so complex
I question and criticize myself more than your best profession
Shut the f*ck up, I've had it with the lectures
I'm doing my best to get better, Thanks for the criticism and short effort
I'm trying to live life high like Hugh Hefner
The possibility of that each day grows slimmer
Like the chance I get to rap with a slaughterhouse member
A track with an emcee, You get lyrically murdered
Bars so hot, you get goosebumps every time you hear em
Musics inspiration puts me ahead in rhythm
Being antisocial put me in position to write playful rhymes and riddles
So there you have it, That's what it is
It's just playful rhymes and riddles
Love yourself man, Do what you love, Oh yeah, I'm anti-social
Writer: Austin Buls
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