Ya know, people have been saying what they think about *me* for the past 20 years
Think it’s about time I give them *my* thoughts
In my domain
Working covered my pain
All the ink stains
Black on white, we need change
Quarter Pounder
Founding Father
Foundations you wanna topple
Smoking weed, so f#cked up
You don’t see me clouded
Royal Rumble [x2]
I’m on my Mac, you’re a PC
Beefing with me, we don’t share our beliefs
Cancel me?
I’m on my FEFE
You’re a b#tch who would snitch
Just to get PP’s
b#tch, you don’t need me
Grind me for cash
Get some chick feed
Oh, you wanna tweet?
Wanna come at me?
Name off something that’s facts you can use against me
Miss me with b#llsh#t
They call me the matador
But none of these feelings have mattered before
Sending me hate, received in my own space
All the battles I lose?
They cut into my core
So rotten, like Robbie
A villain, my hobby
Attacked like a lobby
I’ll call out my duty
I’ll go on the Battlefront
Gonna get f#cked up
I made it through war
Got a purple heart
I’m the director, my life how I live
People keep saying to love and forgive
That’s not in the script I’ve written or in the music I’ve hidden
Don’t care ‘bout the game that you’re killing
Vanilla Ice, with a dark cream filling
Bedroom where I’m chilling
Filled with paper
With words that are dark and sick
I don’t f#ck with your fakeness
I don’t give a f#ck, you’re a snake-b#tch
I don’t give a f#ck
You don’t rate words that cut deep
Can’t pretend, cuz I see through it
Don’t hold me back, cuz I need release
Don’t piss me off, I’ll make you plea
I’m not gonna censor myself just to please you
Accept me or you have to leave
In my domain
Working covered my pain
All the ink stains
Black on white, we need change
Quarter Pounder
Founding Father
Foundations you wanna topple
Smoking weed, so f#cked up
You don’t see me clouded
Royal Rumble [x2]
Dark Black, new attire
Every night, I write til I’m tired
Was fired in 2019
Denied my right
2020, not hired cuz the sh#t got quiet
Kicked out to live in a trailer
They said it’s better living
I hate it!
Made another album off of a cliff
Took a whiff and restarted the process while royally taking a sh#t on the mic
Screaming “cunt” like an Aussie
Dropping bombs
Not alike Kamikaze
Many people dying, some are resting on me
All the panic in the streets
But I just keep calming
Stress, I hold
Oppressed? Never known
But I’ve been slapped in the face when I ain’t been naughty
Not a n#z#, but I get gassed
Cuz you’re salty
So I can take shots like I’m Crosby
Pressing your hot keys
Clowning on me
But you ain’t been a part of ICP
Well, harden your dick, cuz I see pee
Cold chain that I bought with icy P’s
All of you pre-teens stanning for Dream
But pretend to be sad over memes like “Sbeve”
But praise that JP
Not Jay Z
And that made up JC YouTube creep
I don’t f#ck with your status
I don’t give a f#ck about payments
I don’t give a f#ck
So take your words and shove them into your an#s
Don’t call me back, cuz you don’t bring peace
Don’t call me out, cuz I don’t read tweets
I’m not gonna censor myself
f#ck off if you don’t f#ck with me
In my domain
Working covered my pain
All the ink stains
Black on white, we need change
Quarter Pounder
Founding Father
Foundations you wanna topple
Smoking weed, so f#cked up
You don’t see me clouded
Royal Rumble [x2]
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