Fuck the stereotypes, and labels on the mic.//
'Cause when I'm spittin' this written shit it's a wicked delight//
Another song recorded for this boy that's white//
With my annoying voice you can't avoid the hype//
You couldn't match my passion, I don't rap for cash and//
All the hash or asses, I'm a bastard laughin'//
My tracks ain't lackin', all the action's packed in//
To the back, I'm snappin', don't you ask what happened//
I'm a little corrupted, I'm a little disturbed//
Don't be pushin' my buttons, I will swing at you birds//
And knock you out of the park, I got a thirst for words//
Every verse's purpose is to hurt you terds//
And this curse is workin' with these perfect verbs//
On this earth I'm searchin' for a certain surge//
I'm on the verge of mergin' to a preferred new worth//
So revert your herds before the worst occours//
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008
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