Piece of Mind

I think it's time, for me to give them a piece of my mind

It's funny how everybody thinks they know me

Didn't talk to me in highschool, now you want to get to know me?

Well, I guess that's cool

But most people from my school are either stuck up bitches or dudes acting like fucking tools

I'll take a hater, make him grab on my rope

Tell him “I'll take him to the top, just put that rope around your throat”

Then when we get up there

I'll dangle him from the stairs

His dumbass still be like

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Many don't want to get me started

To the people I hurt, I'm sorry

I really hope that I can still come to your pitty party

Nobody's safe, so everybody duck for cover

I don't really give a fuck, but that's just cause I got no rubber

I must be a fucking asshole with this shit coming

Out of my mouth

Fuck with me, you might come home to a guy with

A clown ass on your couch

I'm just kidding, maybe not

I'm the shit I'm raving hot

And I'm so horny, but I got no lube, so I'll just use

Some applesauce

Hate me all you want, but talent man you know I have it

I'm like the white lil' wayne mixed with a bit of

Bob saget

Huh that's what people say I'll jump on a boat and

Sail away

And now I'm on an island where they're sharks

And all the skies are gray

I'm just so tired of these dumb ass bitches, they

Come home, the dad at work and the mom in the

Kitchen

Log on to Facebook, putting up a status they

Bitching about how much they hate their lives

When their families the richest

How many problems do you really think that you

Have?

Your biggest last week was whether you should

Buy a new cat

Now spit it homie move back

Enough balls to fill two sacks

And they say “you're a rapper? When you gonna

Get a new tat? ”

Well, why you try to put me into a box?

They say I'm acting crazy, just haven't been

Sleeping alot

Now all my dreams turn to nightmares, where I

Only have five hairs

And pull em' out, listening to a dumb bitch and a

Tight pair

The way these girls act, man it makes me sick

They're starving always searching for attention

And shit

And when you're going to work girl, don't upload a

Pic

And when you're brushing your teeth girl, don't

Upload a pic!

Shit!

Nobody really cares that much about your life

I'm sorry, I'd rather watch a fly eating pie, than to

Look at pictures from every second of your life

It's like my newsfeed is a pool, and your trying to

Drown my eyes

People always hate, so I ask them what they don't

Like

They say, “I haven't listened to you, but I heard

You're alright, but if I listened is just probably

Something I wouldn't like. ”

And I'm just like, “shut up slut, you're a drunk mess

Right? ”

You really are a hoe and girl you can't deny it

Cause I just over heard you talking bout' a dirty

Pirate and how you swore it how you still have it

Under your eye lid

And how the guy was big and hairy and his name

Was tidus

Hating on other rappers, yeah that ain't me

So many people talk about no way hes better

Than me

But when yo' albums both dropped, he sold tons

Of cd's and then you?

You sold none, how are you better than he is?

See, promote yourself

That's all part of the game

You say you have killa' lyrics, but yo' songs aren't

Playin'

And then you blame it on the fact that he gets

Radio play?

Stop whining and all just grind or get out of the

Game

I have to admit, I do talk myself over bit

But, that's only because I know one day I'll actually

Live it

Mazer with it, always going cause there ain't no

Finish, so if you trynna stop me, you better become

A winner

Now, love how people talking shit are the ones

That have no potential and all of them will copy

Me with a lyrical pencil

Fuck it

I'll be happy if you wanna be me, I mean I am a

Cool rapper working towards a degree. Gee

I'm kinda flattered, my heart is going “pitter-patter”

Thinking bout' going to college just to become a

Rapper

I'll do whatever, who cares what I do?

So I sit in the back of class writing raps cause

They good

This girl was like, “ hey mark, or should I call you

Witty? I heard that you're a rapper, do you record

In the city? And aren't you from the suburbs? I

Bet your music is shitty. Cause I know tons of other

Rappers and they all film pretty. You're probably

Just another freck rapper trying to get big. Well, I

Know rappers from the city that sounds better

Than big. I haven't heard them, but that's what

They tell me and shit. Good luck on your career, I

Hope I wasn't being a bitch! ”

First off, um

Never fucking label me!

And girl you're so fake I thought that you were

Fucking make-believe!

Save your luck full of b when it's only 8 degrees

I don't really care if some dumb bitch wants to

Hate on me

What else is on my mind?

I think I'm running out of time

I'm already four pages deep inside my little book

Of rhymes

Hold on!

I see the finish line

But, I still have a little time

To fat right lines and show you all I can fucking

Rhyme. Yeah

You wanna talk behind my back?

I hope you like the view back there

You should be kissing my ass

I rappin' slow, I rappin' fast, I do it new

And fuck the past

And I'm schooling anyone that isn't going to

Class

Bitch