Yea, and all you managed to do on your track was mention my Dad, be a racist, mention Tyler, and talk shit about me making it. Nice try. And the point of the line was that you use my Dad like I don't know about it, don't acknowledge it, or that it hurts me. Therefore, no dirt on me with that shit.
I mentioned your homeschooling, delusions, Tyler, your fake label, the other forum making fun of you for the same reasons we did (even though they are far superior), your BB gun picture, your repeated themes of you "going to make it", the DESTROYED a motherfucker thread, your "yeah fuck haters everyone else is wrong" attitude, and I called you gay.
I did not, however, mention your dad.
Label's not fake you piece of shit. Minor label doesn't equal fake. You jelly because your piece of shit noise band will never be picked up by even a minor label?
Just show him you check stub from this "label", that will show him how legit it is.
My life under a microscope, every move is judged. Tryna push me off my high horse, I will never budge. I can't really offer much, but I write to keep my mind straight. Medicine to keep me calm and cool, eyes dilate. Introduction, Hi, Hey, careless little white boy. Time to face the real world, put away my tyke toys. Farewell childhood, good while you lasted. Wish I could relive it, life's movin' so fast, shit. You grow up, and the fun is gone. Pretty soon, you realize the thrill don't last long. I won't bitch and moan, just reminiscin' a bit. I mean, I actually looked forward to tomorrow when I was a kid. Like shit...take that in for a minute. Any sadness back then, was so easily hidden. Back then, it was over petty shit, couldn't get a toy. Couldn't get a bag of Cheetos, couldn't play my Game Boy. But now? Happiness is forbidden. The pursuit of that shit is an impossible mission. Fiction books turn reality, 'cause everyone's prosthetic. Fantasy biography, you're all the authors, here's your credit. I think I need a medic, I'm so sick and tired. Of always being a target, livin' under fire. Just wanna be someone people like, let me live my life. Live like a kid, not stressed, like I'm fifty five. Goals I got are pretty high, no one takes me serious. I said that Im'ma make it, they all think that I'm delirious. That shit gets me furious, live and let live. I mean, at least I got a dream, unlike the rest of these kids. But ay, it only proves what's on their mind. They all wanna see you burn, they never wanna see you shine. But I guess that's life, kill or be killed. I remember when McDonald's was the biggest fuckin' thrill. I remember happiness was in a Happy Meal Toy. Rip the plastic, brand new Batman figure, filled with so much joy. I wish it was that simple now, no more child's play. I remember when success was beatin' a video game. My feelins ain't the same, I'm lookin' at bigger pictures. So I document my feelings in these sloppy little scriptures. I remember when security was clinging to my Mom. But when my mind is like a bomb, there is nothin' to keep me calm. Recite it like a psalm, write these songs to keep a heart beat. Only thing that keeps me breathin', cherished like an art piece. Old me, I miss you, what ever happened to my smile? I'd give up everything to be that happy little careless child.
Hmmmm... So lyrically I like this one more then most of your other raps, because the lyrics are in the present. There were some good imagery, specifically I like the "happiness was in a Happy Meal Toy" because I can relate and I am sure others can as well.
There are only two things I didnt like about this... 1. I really didnt like the music you were rapping too. I didnt think it fit the song.... 2. I would have rather have seen you come at those lyrics with a little more of an edge. I'm not saying you should be pissed or yelling them, but emphasizing certain words more... Ones that cause pain or hurt. idk - maybe this isnt even possible with this song?
I say what the fuck I want, and I do as I please. If you don't like it, suck my dick, get on ya mothafuckin' knees. Come fellatiate my penis, anilingus my anus. If I offend you, then I'm glad, because I aim to be heinous. And I aim to be famous, only focus is me. Really, I love you, if your name is...ME, ha. I'm a jackass, I slap ass, I grab ass, now she mad, that's too bad, fired up, two bundles of sticks, now that's two fags. You a true fag, if you wanna hate on me. Not a homophobe, but all that hate is fuckin' gay to me. What you gotta say to me? I already said it all. Cocky, and I'm self centered, gapped teeth, and too tall. Bags under my eyes, kinda saggy, like two balls. Angry, I admit it, put my fist through the fuckin' wall. Talk ya shit, it don't phase me, let the fuckin' hate unfurl. Like Eminem said, I was sent to piss off the world.
I got a dirty mind, like there's maggots in my cranium. I got a filthy mouth, rotten eggs in my retainium. I'm Goddamn insanium, hearts, I stay breaking 'em. And any compliment I give you, really, I be faking 'em. Yea, hated for my opinions. I'm coldhearted enough, to concuss, a little kitten. And my thoughts are my minions, use 'em all as a weapon. Yo, I fuck with ya soul so much, even Hell would be Heaven. 95 what I'm reppin', Episode is a menace. And the competition scared of me, little kids to a dentist. Sicker than ya breasts is, cancer in a milkshake. My words get me in trouble, so I guarantee you will hate. But I don't give a fuck, like my dick was never stuck. Inside ya Daughter's pussy, oh, she's underage? I'm sorry bruh. ...No, I'm not, I don't regret shit. Life without a consequence, Micky D's, I'm Lovin' It.
I hate everybody, that's you, him, and her. Except for when she gives it up and lets me make that pussy purr. And then I commit cruelty, and kick that pussy out the do'. Chivalry's alive, fuck that, get out my face, ho. I'm dope, and I'm laced, whoa, cause an overdose. I am not the one to fuck with, put ya ass in comatose. What's that gross aroma? Oh, I reek, 'cause I am the shit. And refuting that claim will get ya fuckin' dome split. Like I broke the Saints' home, yo, Katrina ain't got shit on me. I'd kill 1,000 more, and have no mothafuckin' pity, see. I'm psychotic, diabolic, sick pilot, flying planes into Pentagonics, I'm on it, droppin' bars like the Islamics. Aquatic, I'm Michael Phelps, and you a fuckin' black dude. Excuse the stereotype, that's the shit that makes me laugh, fool. If that makes you mad too, kiss my fuckin' ass. I laugh first, laugh best, laugh longest, laugh last.
If you don't like it, suck my dick, get on ya mothafuckin' knees. Come fellatiate my penis, anilingus my anus. If I offend you, then I'm glad, because I aim to be heinous. I'm coldhearted enough, to concuss, a little kitten. Sicker than ya breasts is, cancer in a milkshake. Inside ya Daughter's pussy, oh, she's underage? I'm sorry bruh. ...No, I'm not, I don't regret shit. Like I broke the Saints' home, yo, Katrina ain't got shit on me. I'd kill 1,000 more, and have no mothafuckin' pity, see. I'm psychotic, diabolic, sick pilot, flying planes into Pentagonics, I'm on it, droppin' bars like the Islamics. If that makes you mad too, kiss my fuckin' ass.
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Lyrics:
My life under a microscope, every move is judged.
Tryna push me off my high horse, I will never budge.
I can't really offer much, but I write to keep my mind straight.
Medicine to keep me calm and cool, eyes dilate.
Introduction, Hi, Hey, careless little white boy.
Time to face the real world, put away my tyke toys.
Farewell childhood, good while you lasted.
Wish I could relive it, life's movin' so fast, shit.
You grow up, and the fun is gone.
Pretty soon, you realize the thrill don't last long.
I won't bitch and moan, just reminiscin' a bit.
I mean, I actually looked forward to tomorrow when I was a kid.
Like shit...take that in for a minute.
Any sadness back then, was so easily hidden.
Back then, it was over petty shit, couldn't get a toy.
Couldn't get a bag of Cheetos, couldn't play my Game Boy.
But now? Happiness is forbidden.
The pursuit of that shit is an impossible mission.
Fiction books turn reality, 'cause everyone's prosthetic.
Fantasy biography, you're all the authors, here's your credit.
I think I need a medic, I'm so sick and tired.
Of always being a target, livin' under fire.
Just wanna be someone people like, let me live my life.
Live like a kid, not stressed, like I'm fifty five.
Goals I got are pretty high, no one takes me serious.
I said that Im'ma make it, they all think that I'm delirious.
That shit gets me furious, live and let live.
I mean, at least I got a dream, unlike the rest of these kids.
But ay, it only proves what's on their mind.
They all wanna see you burn, they never wanna see you shine.
But I guess that's life, kill or be killed.
I remember when McDonald's was the biggest fuckin' thrill.
I remember happiness was in a Happy Meal Toy.
Rip the plastic, brand new Batman figure, filled with so much joy.
I wish it was that simple now, no more child's play.
I remember when success was beatin' a video game.
My feelins ain't the same, I'm lookin' at bigger pictures.
So I document my feelings in these sloppy little scriptures.
I remember when security was clinging to my Mom.
But when my mind is like a bomb, there is nothin' to keep me calm.
Recite it like a psalm, write these songs to keep a heart beat.
Only thing that keeps me breathin', cherished like an art piece.
Old me, I miss you, what ever happened to my smile?
I'd give up everything to be that happy little careless child.
There are only two things I didnt like about this...
1. I really didnt like the music you were rapping too. I didnt think it fit the song....
2. I would have rather have seen you come at those lyrics with a little more of an edge. I'm not saying you should be pissed or yelling them, but emphasizing certain words more... Ones that cause pain or hurt. idk - maybe this isnt even possible with this song?
N i think the music fits.
Talking about you wanting to make it is fine as long as it's subtle and doesn't become the focus of the song.
Very nice job Erik. I really liked this one.
You should flow to niggas in paris. that beat is dope
Lyrics:
I say what the fuck I want, and I do as I please.
If you don't like it, suck my dick, get on ya mothafuckin' knees.
Come fellatiate my penis, anilingus my anus.
If I offend you, then I'm glad, because I aim to be heinous.
And I aim to be famous, only focus is me.
Really, I love you, if your name is...ME, ha.
I'm a jackass, I slap ass, I grab ass, now she mad, that's too bad, fired up, two bundles of sticks, now that's two fags.
You a true fag, if you wanna hate on me.
Not a homophobe, but all that hate is fuckin' gay to me.
What you gotta say to me? I already said it all.
Cocky, and I'm self centered, gapped teeth, and too tall.
Bags under my eyes, kinda saggy, like two balls.
Angry, I admit it, put my fist through the fuckin' wall.
Talk ya shit, it don't phase me, let the fuckin' hate unfurl.
Like Eminem said, I was sent to piss off the world.
I got a dirty mind, like there's maggots in my cranium.
I got a filthy mouth, rotten eggs in my retainium.
I'm Goddamn insanium, hearts, I stay breaking 'em.
And any compliment I give you, really, I be faking 'em.
Yea, hated for my opinions.
I'm coldhearted enough, to concuss, a little kitten.
And my thoughts are my minions, use 'em all as a weapon.
Yo, I fuck with ya soul so much, even Hell would be Heaven.
95 what I'm reppin', Episode is a menace.
And the competition scared of me, little kids to a dentist.
Sicker than ya breasts is, cancer in a milkshake.
My words get me in trouble, so I guarantee you will hate.
But I don't give a fuck, like my dick was never stuck.
Inside ya Daughter's pussy, oh, she's underage? I'm sorry bruh.
...No, I'm not, I don't regret shit.
Life without a consequence, Micky D's, I'm Lovin' It.
I hate everybody, that's you, him, and her.
Except for when she gives it up and lets me make that pussy purr.
And then I commit cruelty, and kick that pussy out the do'.
Chivalry's alive, fuck that, get out my face, ho.
I'm dope, and I'm laced, whoa, cause an overdose.
I am not the one to fuck with, put ya ass in comatose.
What's that gross aroma? Oh, I reek, 'cause I am the shit.
And refuting that claim will get ya fuckin' dome split.
Like I broke the Saints' home, yo, Katrina ain't got shit on me.
I'd kill 1,000 more, and have no mothafuckin' pity, see.
I'm psychotic, diabolic, sick pilot, flying planes into Pentagonics, I'm on it, droppin' bars like the Islamics.
Aquatic, I'm Michael Phelps, and you a fuckin' black dude.
Excuse the stereotype, that's the shit that makes me laugh, fool.
If that makes you mad too, kiss my fuckin' ass.
I laugh first, laugh best, laugh longest, laugh last.