Who Knew

Who knew Id come through with such an improving bust And start spewing such fluid words With true shit like there's so few of us I'll tell you it's ok and make you lose your trust Yeah the few battles I'll either lose or crush But every time I'm proving I knocked off that newbie rust I rudely rush your dubious tuning flush And get the bass booming while using some fuming kush And I still feel like I don't do enough Man my mic it's an abusing love Almost a double edged sword But I use the cuts to amuse you fucks I'll pick you up just to throw you away like I threw some crust Who says I can't do this huh? I'm underground with a ruse set up to get your own fans to say fucking your music sucks! How do I do this? I don't know it could be love. Will my words hit you? Should he look? Would it be ok if I just include the hook? Who knew? You haven't seen all my moody toons Oh I meant loony ooh Making me a monster compared to this puny dude Asking round for pics I'm assuming nudes Well a bright white ass is all you'll see coming through Blasting and blinding the fuck out of you What's an owl to do Awake all night feeling my power brew You got an outage a grounded view While I'm just over here sipping my mountain dew Making me feel young again fountain of youth Sit there and pout Or stand up and spout You got a battle to do! Your going too slow, did someone rattle you too soon or am I getting to loud for you?