Lyrics That's why they call me Guy
Kouame
(I'm back) I'm Back
That's why they call me Guy
Kouame (I'm Back) I'm Back
That's why they call me Guy
Kouame (I'm Back) I'm Back
That's why they call me Guy
Kouame (I'm Back) I'm Back
(4x) I murder a rhyme, one word at a time
You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine
You better get rid of that 9, it ain't gonna help
What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles
himself?
I'm waitin' for Hell, like hell, see, I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail
I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve
Thirteen, I was puttin' shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox
I used to give a up, now I could make up less
What do I think of success? It sucks, too much press
I'm stressed, too much cess, depressed
Too upset, it's just too much mess
I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say's right You think of my name now whenever you say hi
Became a commodity because I'm W-H-I-
-T-E, 'cause MTV was so friendly to me
Can't wait 'til Kim sees me!
Now, is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect?
Read my lips, rich! What, my mouth isn't workin'?
You hear this finger? Oh, it's upside down
Here, let me turn this mother head up right now That's why they
call me Guy
Kouame
(I'm back) I'm
Back
That's why
they call me
Guy
Kouame (I'm
Back) I'm Back
That's why they
call me Guy
Kouame (I'm
Back) I'm Back
That's why they
call me Guy
Kouame (I'm
Back) I'm Back
(4x) I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music
And if he feeds into this see, he's an innocent victim
And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
[Vocal scratches] My name is Guy Kouame
I been crazy way before radio didn't play me
The sensational [vocal scratch "Back is the incredible!"]
With Weekend, who just finds the men edible
It's emit on the Internet Tryin' to lure your kids with him into bed
It's a sick world we live in these days
"Guy, for pete's sakes, put down Christopher Reeve's legs!"
Geez, you guys are so sensitive
"Guy, it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it"
Mind with no sense in it, fried schizophrenic
Whose eyes get so squinted
I'm blind from smoke in 'em, with my windows tinted
With nine limos rented, doin' lines of coke in 'em
With a bunch of guys hoppin' out, all high and indo scented
And that's where I get my name from, that's why they call me That's why they
call me Guy
Kouame
(I'm back) I'm
Back
That's why
they call me
Guy
Kouame (I'm
Back) I'm Back
That's why they
call me Guy
Kouame (I'm
Back) I'm Back
That's why they
call me Guy
Kouame (I'm
Back) I'm Back
(4x) I take seven (kids) from (Columbine)
Stand 'em all in line, add an AK-47, a revolver, a 9
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