VERSE 1:

T-H-C got my brain going psycho/

It's alright though, wait that was a typo/
Were you right? No. I could always rhyme/
Raw like some cookie dough, every time/

And I'm, doing me, but you laugh at every word/
Names not Larry, but I'll flip you the bird/
Never been a Celtic, I am not Keltic/

Still no luck, cause I think I woulda felt it/
Smoking foreign bud, when I'm high its like bonjour/
Hoping on too many tracks they call my style parkour/

And I'm zoning out, rhyming with my beats on/
Facebook stalking all the girls I want to skeet on/
Whoa mike chill out, you can't really say that/

I guess it's too late, now its there for the playback/
So $#&@ it, I said it, I didn't dumb it down/
Doing circles round these rappers cause I like to run around/

I'm a clown, on the ground, and a king where's my crown/
Kill a person, ever place, like I'm a thing from a noun/
I guess I have some fans, but even more hate/

And at this rate, I'll have to reinstate/
Back into rapping after everyone's gone/
But until then I'll wait, and just finish this song/


HOOK:


1-2-3-4 /
Everyone with questions is knocking at my door/
5-6-7-8/

They're telling me I suck, when I think I'm great/
9-10, I pick up my pen/
Put it to the page, and I do it all again/


VERSE 2:



Those are the numbers, and numbers never lie/
But you only see half, like you got a glass eye/

I'm a jedi, why? So you could Obi Wan/
Not BE, I meant me, so you could owe ME one/
Get it? My world play might be kind of sketchy/

Getting green, telling tales, call me a veggie/
But I still do it for fun, when you laugh I'm glad its funny/
Donnie It's pretty dark though, kinda like that bunny/

Anne to be quit Frank, I'm sick of writing in this journal/
Sleeping all day and up all night, nocturnal/
I'm a white kid from the burbs, get crunk/

And you start to slur your words, you drunk?/
its whatever though, focus like a mental flow/
spittin really fast, while you're slow, escargot/

Some say I'm mad, but I'm just a hatter/
Snap back or fitted, going up on the ladder/
I'm a chemist, and I'm $#&@ing with some mercury/

Telling you a story, rhyming easy like a nursery/
And I'm a goblin, who's that Tyler dude/
I think it's Odd that my Future looks kinda screwed/

Cause I'm 18, and pale, tryin to be famous/
But I stay real cause all them are ignoramus/