[Verse 1]
I'm like a mixture between light and sound
And everything around it, I'm astounded
How I keep it grounded when I'm so high in the air like I don't care
Bitch I'ma nightmare, I ignite fear into kids with my right eye stare
Kinda weird how I got here like I applied here
And I got a job and I don't know how to leave it
Man I'm stuck in the middle of this little shit hole, it's like sit go
A lot of gas but I don't have no vehicle, can I get a miracle? Shit no
Why God, do you not like my ipod and what's in it?
A little bit of butts in it, some dick covered in nuts in it
A little cussing, you don't fucks wit it?
Excuse me French, execute me plans
So precisely, it's priceless, I move intense
I use incense because I spit that skunk shit that stuff
That smells like booty funk or maybe a goochy cunt
That hasn't been douched in a few measly months
The monster within me needs its lunch
So please leave quickly before the beast go nuts

[Hook]
And I just don't know why I am the way I am
I just don't understand, ba da da da da
And if you got a problem with who I am
What I am, what I do then you can fuck off

[Verse 2]
I'm calling out all emcee's, line you up
In a row, tie you up, stare at you sideways, size you up
Ak's, Revolvers, gun shots* dying sucks
If this is boot camp rap, sign me up
What you mean damn Denace, you wanna wind me up?
Subliminal messages coming from a criminal masochist
You must of forgot a couple of pills under your mother's mattresses
You're under attack with this, individuals crash with this
Little flow that I mastered it's slippery, in-fact it's just a little bit of juice from the pussy, pussy
That I've eaten up and spit out afterwards
I forgot half the words so I crap half a verse
You're so funny with your jokes, my damn bladder hurts
Hahhahahahahaa
I'ma bout to piss my pants and shit on you afterwards
Kids are gonna hate me after this
If they know I'm taking jabs at Mr. Mathers bitch

[Hook]
And I just don't know why I am the way I am
I just don't understand, ba da da da da
And if you got a problem with who I am
What I am, what I do then you can fuck off

[Verse 3]
They told me I wouldn't make a cent
And I should vacate this rap game before I break a sweat
Cause I'ma fake and I stay depressed
I deserve nothing but plain respect
They wanna see me dead from a blazing tec
Amazing that so many people hate me and call me a Shady clone taking baby steps
I maybe need to fake my death but maybe I'm just lazy yet
I made top 20 on itunes and I'm still getting these crazy checks
Maybe you should focus on your own life and start hating less
Accept the fact that I'm here and I aced this test
I'm a true emcee that don't give a fuck if you gave your best
I'd still be here blazing mics till the day I rest
So take a seat cry babies and take these hits
Yeah, how many can write a song and make these hits?
Not many so kiss my ass and take this dick, bitch!

[Hook x2]
And I just don't know why I am the way I am
I just don't understand, ba da da da da
And if you got a problem with who I am
What I am, what I do then you can fuck off