Lyrics Hcm nem nem nem nem nem nem nem nem nem... nem nem Hcm nem nem nem nem nem nem nesh...nesh..nesh nesh Translate so you can so you if you don't like my shif Cause I was high when I wrote this so my sick ha ha Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties A young as man with a trash can strapped to the back of his as So the rats can't chew through his last pants I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him I'm like a what hell' wasp in the hospital lost Stingin' the what hell outta everything I come across in the halls I light a candle and place it up on the mantle Grab a up at the blade and stab you with the up' handle So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin' wake up 'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains To say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs Dreaming at night of screaming at rember mom, scheming to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me and people to see That somewhere deep down there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason now where here's you've been seeing this me Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV Or heard the CD using the "fag" word so freely It's just me being me, here want me to tone it down "So my what hell, you faggot", you happy now? So you can so my sick if you don't like my shif Cause I was high when I wrote this, so my sick Cause I don't give a up if you don't like my shif Cause I was high when I wrote this, so my sick Aww naww, big Slim Dog, eighty pound balls, sick six inch long Back up in the heezy, baby, he's Kouame He's so crazy Gimme the mic, let me recite 'till Timothy White Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right, I'm just a criminal Making a living off of the world's misery All Rap see Christopher DJ Record Record What in the world gives me the right To say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs Dreaming at night of screaming at mom, scheming to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me and people to see That somewhere deep down there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV Or heard the CD using the "fag" word so freely It's just me being me, here want me to tone it down "Why Trun, you faggot", you happy now How many say listen my there sick Everyday song to Make Say to make my we mind Where we is I'm the Head say But how many In Charge, I'm watching you move Boys & Girls There You're found dead in your
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