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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