Idk honestly. Because I'm stupid. No one likes me on here anyways, which only displays the ignorance of Metalheads more, because I'm hated for liking Hip Hop. Can't accept different tastes and different lifestyles.
you're not hated for liking hiphop, you're hated for shoving it down peoples throats and calling everyone ignorant faggots if they don't agree with you.
I don't shove it down people's throats. It's been staying in this thread, but people clearly have an obsession with me.
And ay, at least I'm not hated for being trailer trash with a small dick that beats his wife homie. :-bd
at least i'm consistent and not privy to the flavor of the week
Keep laughing homie. Didn't know that doing what you love was for attention. Keep hating though and feeding me.
You've loved it for the summer. For at least two years you loved drumming and wanted a career in metal.
I have a feeling that you gave up on metal drums when you found that at 15 you weren't the greatest drummer of all time and couldn't find a band, so you thought "wow this Tyler guy is cool and I can relate to him, and my cousin has connections to BS labels. Why don't I just start rapping?" So you got a haircut and some nigger clothes and here we are.
TUPAC IS DEAD/THE LEGEND IS GONE/THEY SAYIN TUPAC'S BACK?/DEM NIGGAS WRONG
In and out Try to be What you see Anarchy Everything, everyone, everyman Rebellion But you can't make a move
If you win then you lose Look at me to approve You're so hard, you're so real You got nothing
Who laughs last? A question, not a task I ask, What's your reason, Do you believe in anything?
I don't wanna how you're so driven I don't wanna know your influence I don't need to prove myself I just need to be myself It doesn't show how I'm trying to be It just shows who I am
Gone, Take your packaged rebellion Move on, Revolution on your sleeve If you say, mean it If you mean it, do it You can't live your life through me Gone, Take your packaged Rebellion With the air you breathe
Look around No one cares Who you are Why or where You're so blind, you're so dumb, you're so deaf Like a gun That you can't even shoot To the point that is moot And you don't have a clue You're so hard, you're so real You got nothing
Who laughs last? A question, not a task I ask, What's your reason, Do you believe in anything?
I don't wanna hear how you're so driven I don't wanna know your influence I don't need to prove myself I just need to be myself It doesn't show who I am trying to be It just shows who I am
Gone, Take your packaged rebellion Move on, Revolution on your sleeve If you say it, mean it If you mean it, do it You can't live your life through me If you do it, live it If you live it, say it Action is the air you breathe
I saw your act, it came and went As flaccid as an ex-president Your ideas are out of place It's anarchy with a friendly face Rebel, rebel, don't regret Screw 'em every chance you get
Gone, Take your packaged rebellion Move on, Revolution on your sleeve If you say it, mean it If you mean it, do it You can't live your life through me Gone, Take your packaged rebellion With the air you breathe
TUPAC IS DEAD/THE LEGEND IS GONE/THEY SAYIN TUPAC'S BACK?/DEM NIGGAS WRONG
Keep laughing homie. Didn't know that doing what you love was for attention. Keep hating though and feeding me.
You've loved it for the summer. For at least two years you loved drumming and wanted a career in metal.
I have a feeling that you gave up on metal drums when you found that at 15 you weren't the greatest drummer of all time and couldn't find a band, so you thought "wow this Tyler guy is cool and I can relate to him, and my cousin has connections to BS labels. Why don't I just start rapping?" So you got a haircut and some nigger clothes and here we are.
Lol. No, not at all. I'm glad you think you know my life though. The Drumming had nothing to do with it actually, I still play, although not as much. What led me away from Metal, had nothing to do with my own talent. It started with ignorant intolerant Metalheads like you, and then the Music just gradually got more and more boring to me. And no, my Cousin being on a label also had nothing to do with it. I didn't expect his label to have any interest in me at all. I just got lucky. I expected to have to do everything myself. And I was ready for that. And my haircut had nothing to do with it you fucking moron. My hair was just nappy as fuck and I was sick of it. Had nothing to do with my Music tastes.
Idk honestly. Because I'm stupid. No one likes me on here anyways, which only displays the ignorance of Metalheads more, because I'm hated for liking Hip Hop. Can't accept different tastes and different lifestyles.
This forum =/= All Metalheads. Not even close. What the people here type to express themselves hardly represents what metalheads display as behavior and thought.
Well if you aren't fake, you're just a walking billboard for hiphop and nothing else. It seems like all you give a fuck about is rap. That's all you post about, all you talk about and all you shove in everyones face here. No one can talk to you and if the say anything you don't like or agree with you get pissed off and go the "hop off my dick you fucking faggot and suck ny dick" route. You don't listen, just like how a 5 year old doesn't listen when you repeatedly tell them to stop trying to get into the cookie jar. You're looking for love and attention in all the wrong places too
Well if you aren't fake, you're just a walking billboard for hiphop and nothing else. It seems like all you give a fuck about is rap. That's all you post about, all you talk about and all you shove in everyones face here. No one can talk to you and if the say anything you don't like or agree with you get pissed off and go the "hop off my dick you fucking faggot and suck ny dick" route. You don't listen, just like how a 5 year old doesn't listen when you repeatedly tell them to stop trying to get into the cookie jar. You're looking for love and attention in all the wrong places too
Not looking for love or attention. I already know you faggots hate me, but zero fucks are given.
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I have a feeling that you gave up on metal drums when you found that at 15 you weren't the greatest drummer of all time and couldn't find a band, so you thought "wow this Tyler guy is cool and I can relate to him, and my cousin has connections to BS labels. Why don't I just start rapping?" So you got a haircut and some nigger clothes and here we are.
Try to be
What you see
Anarchy
Everything, everyone, everyman
Rebellion
But you can't make a move
If you win then you lose
Look at me to approve
You're so hard, you're so real
You got nothing
Who laughs last?
A question, not a task
I ask,
What's your reason,
Do you believe in anything?
I don't wanna how you're so driven
I don't wanna know your influence
I don't need to prove myself
I just need to be myself
It doesn't show how I'm trying to be
It just shows who I am
Gone,
Take your packaged rebellion
Move on,
Revolution on your sleeve
If you say, mean it
If you mean it, do it
You can't live your life through me
Gone,
Take your packaged Rebellion
With the air you breathe
Look around
No one cares
Who you are
Why or where
You're so blind, you're so dumb, you're so deaf
Like a gun
That you can't even shoot
To the point that is moot
And you don't have a clue
You're so hard, you're so real
You got nothing
Who laughs last?
A question, not a task
I ask,
What's your reason,
Do you believe in anything?
I don't wanna hear how you're so driven
I don't wanna know your influence
I don't need to prove myself
I just need to be myself
It doesn't show who I am trying to be
It just shows who I am
Gone,
Take your packaged rebellion
Move on,
Revolution on your sleeve
If you say it, mean it
If you mean it, do it
You can't live your life through me
If you do it, live it
If you live it, say it
Action is the air you breathe
I saw your act, it came and went
As flaccid as an ex-president
Your ideas are out of place
It's anarchy with a friendly face
Rebel, rebel, don't regret
Screw 'em every chance you get
Gone,
Take your packaged rebellion
Move on,
Revolution on your sleeve
If you say it, mean it
If you mean it, do it
You can't live your life through me
Gone,
Take your packaged rebellion
With the air you breathe
Lol. No, not at all. I'm glad you think you know my life though. The Drumming had nothing to do with it actually, I still play, although not as much. What led me away from Metal, had nothing to do with my own talent. It started with ignorant intolerant Metalheads like you, and then the Music just gradually got more and more boring to me. And no, my Cousin being on a label also had nothing to do with it. I didn't expect his label to have any interest in me at all. I just got lucky. I expected to have to do everything myself. And I was ready for that. And my haircut had nothing to do with it you fucking moron. My hair was just nappy as fuck and I was sick of it. Had nothing to do with my Music tastes.
*thinks about Ninja Turtles*
Not looking for love or attention. I already know you faggots hate me, but zero fucks are given.
Also, yep. Hip Hop is my life.