I've got you stuck on the math trying to understand the fundamentals of being this mental and hectic yeah I rap pretty good for a dyslexic but hold up because here comes the metal jewellery is heavy when I put it on look more like a biker that's been hit with an atom bomb I'm tearing you internet goons a new one because I am the true one all my haters hate me because I am different but that's the whole point this white boy is here to make a difference everybody step back get off my case so what I like metal and rock music and I'm not gonna stop with that chase of Chinese checkers of drowning swaer rats then they try to stick labels on me like jars of jam because they don't understand the bars of this man my mind works quick to shut down all of the profits I racked up like rags on the roof of microscopic pepole with opinions about me but that's just your opinion about me so il take all your labels and wear em proudly im a goth I'm an emo I'm a mosher I'm this and that caught you in my spider webbing trap what just because I wear black and listen to metal you think you can sum me up just like but i bet you didnt realise i like diffent kinds of music so deal with that you chumps on crack but I don't care what they say about me I've got my own score to settle with desterny about to put my foot to the pedal and hit harder swivel I'm the illest puppeteer pulling the strings in the background so that's another rap from this cunt right here now and dry your eyes and wipe away the tears now I'm a realest dreamer who will put you to sleep now because my sounds are not subjected to the way that I am I've been doing this for years I've got my own inderous propostues clams that I open up with a fireaxe like the head of a family clain axe em out clean up and move on to the next motherfucker who tells me I'm wrong but your just a bitch and I'm still doing these songs I'm trying to go places you just moan about your fucking life going out of control and completely wrong my evil deeds are the ones to make you so broken up tear out your fucking eyes from the skull man ew dude WTF I've figured out this song is so wrong as such so let me be the poet so I can throw you off my sent if I was making millions there be no penny spent keep it locked in the bank for years on end so when I retire I can gladly spend every last pound note got you holdead up by the shapest raspest grit in my trout so I'm chilling with my blokes in a crammed recording studio so I can spin this shit harder than a yoyo a impactful punch to the gut yo that's low bro but if that was me I would of gone stright for the face oh and if you don't like my music the get a pair of earmuffs so you don't have listen to my tracks as such nobody is making you listen to it fool