Straight up, I feel lost, I don't know where I'm at//
And I don't know where I came from, but I wanna go back//
I find I'm not fittin' in, it's just soo hard to adapt//
And even harder to breath, I'm havin' panic attacks//
I can't manage myself, I couldn't handle my cash//
So if you step to my face you'll get dismantled soo fast//
You know who's backin' me up, it's Mr. Scandlous Spratt//
We're just some mainiac rappers and we're makin' this last//
And the fake's will be passed, and we ain't breakin' the rules//
But if you get in our way, we're gonna take ya' to school//
Ain't no competition here, I ain't racin' with you//
'Cause I could lyrically lace you while I'm wasted on booze//
So just face it, you lose, I can't erase all you fools//
Although I'm wishin' I could, I can't replace all the cruel//
So I disgrace all you know, me and the haters ain't cool//
And if this game needs a player, there ain't no drainin' my fuel//
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008
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