How many people are fake
I still love you like a fat kid loves cake
I don't care how much money you make
People just want to take and take
Those are the people who need to be eliminated
Those are the people I have always hated
Thats why I rolled with jocks and sk8ters
I didn't discriminate against my friends
I have always ben there til the end
It is funny what money can do others whoody whoody!
When i scream you begin to listen
Isn't funny how lacy peterson was found fishin
Some of you thought i had died
Others wondered why
Cause I have always pushed the limits
Others of you fell for fake as gimmicks
I know where I am from
Others of you are just too dumb
The real freaks come out at night
Shit tons of you have seen me fight
Now i would rather fight with my words
Some of you think it is absurd
You are the same people with paper
I was always down for a caper
I have sold drugs
I would rather shower little ones with hugs
Look what it says under my BILL
I am tru and keep real
I dont fake the funk
When i was little all I wanted to do was dunk
I always wanted to be like mike
Yet I told the rest of you to take a hike
You can kick rocks
I could beat your ass with a sock full of rocks
I used to cheat and steal
Now all i do is keep it real
I have always put those before me
I have fucked hundreds of girls and didn't catch hiv
It must be magic!
People care if i live or die it would be so traggic
Life is a game
I am no lame
Others of you wanted to judge me and put me in a cage
My heart is no longer filled with rage
Yet you want to put me in a cage
I know you did it for a reason
Well i am like the seasons
I can change
If i don't like it i will rearrange
I don't need some one to tell me who to be
Cause i float like a butter fly and sting like a bee
No need for greed money is the root of all evil
It pushes others like evil kanievel
You want to call me crazy
Classic i got unemployment and wrote the reason was lazy
Maybe i should kick it with slim shady
Well fuck you who call me crazy
I am no schlep
I am the rock
You need to get off my jock
Fuck you and your thoughts
I don't care if you run or you trott
I don't care if i ever get shot
I am going to speak my mind
I would never rewind the hands of time
I have never been a rat and dropped a dime
I can look you in the eye that is the key to the soul
I could merk you with a roll
My fists are fast my true friends are the ones who care
You others just sit back and stare
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