about
I thought I would stop taking myself so seriously for once..
lyrics
Christian is written on my birth certificate,
Am I religious? Hang on, let me consider it...
Well probably not, cos God thinks I'm a little prick
Who said a prayer is like kinda like a christmas list, isn't it?
So give me shit, stripping chicks licking lips,
I'm only six, but I'm getting bored of pick and mix,
Is he sick? Well doctor take the temperature
My fluent influenza fluid flu is influencing ya...
Silencing ya, while getting friendlier
With a model from Valencia, foxy as Megan
But maybe sexier? I'm a liar...
Fire on my Calvin Kleins,
Jumping off a cliff when I mountain climb
See its like my brain is fighting itself,
Why are you rapping like this, I don't know it's writing itself...
See I'm torn in two, by the world I was born into
Here's some news for you, I aint reading off the autocue...
My psychological state
Logically is calling for a hospital date,
Working as a waiter, daily dropping the plates
Aint for me, I stay at home eating cereal with chocolate flakes,
Washing the slate clean, with the dribble from my daydream
Was how to start the day till I was eighteen...
Now I could be gambling, you could say I lost my head like I was Anne Boleyn
Ambling to school, 28 days late
Feeling like a zombie, let the pain take shape..
Its resembling me, assembly at 3, I was sitting
Spitting written's and dismembering beats
Please, I don't wanna talk to you...
Show and tell, here's the head of the last person to take me on
I brought for you...
Fuck what I ought to do...
That's why I'm at the Gates Of Hell
Like St Peter told me to report to you...
I see a lot of clones - Agent Smith
So I interrupt them all like Taylor Swift,
With a famous gift,
Coming home intoxicated every night,
Now I'm leaving all my neighbors pissed
Try to play with this?
Highly dangerous, I'm out of this world
Practicing with Aliens, under the Alias
Of a crazy misbehaving lazy kid,
Teaching em Sibelius, on space ships
Planet Earth better prepare for my presence
I'm not the best but fuck it I do a scary impression,
Telling my dad, look now spare me the lessons...
The only thing I learnt from you is how to swear with aggression
Depression used to be my company,
Girls keeping on dumping me...
The wrong type of bitches trying to be humping me,
Leave my thigh alone, I won't provide a bone...
Instead I'm fucking up my life -
Hand me the microphone...
credits
from
Who Is This Man?,
released September 21, 2011
Produced By Dr Dre
Contains samples of my Sister being a bitch...
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