I am not special…
You know the rest…
Welcome to the Cul-de-sac
This is where the street ends
I am just an outcast
I ain’t got the time for b#llsh#t
You n#gg#s can stay weak
Like anorexic cheerleaders
Waiting for their next meal
To throw up for arenas
“The Outcast needs to cool it!”
Wow! You’re so stupid
That’s like asking a preacher
To stop touching kids for Jesus
It’s impossible, yes I am unstoppable
Improbable, that anyone can get on this level
Since I keep offing them
A price to pay, if you get in my way
I don’t need to give you a spoiler
To understand the streaks
Excited that I get to slay
A beat that’s this hard
The way how I’m feeling after I’m done
It’s like Shang Tsung, just rejuvenated, liberating
That I can get away with
All the terrible things that I’ve said in song
Will it catch up to me?
Probably, I ain’t too worried
Cuz since I’m the gingerbread man
There nobody that could catch me
Grab your guns, grab your tools, or a pitchfork
We’re gonna start a riot that you’ve never seen before
And if you think you can stop us
Then go ahead and come try it
We’ll make sure that you’re in the dirt where you belong
You thought that I was done?
Nah, I ain’t done
That’s like my only gimmick
I’m a problem you can’t solve
As I’m a grade above from y’all
Spitting out these A pluses
Valedictorian of rap, and I don’t need a cap and gown
To signify that, vilified and disbarred
No wonder why I have this itching feeling
To be charring and scarring anyone I disdain
Usually, I’m unchained, it’s pretty evident
By the way that I’m lacking bling
That sh#t is overrated, I’m always animated
You’re antiquated, but I got, what you need
If you want, to be seen, then ya gotta be keen
“What you mean?!”
I don’t know why you take advice from me
Writtens blow, like children’s skulls
Against the dome, as shooter’s load
And maim in droves, they cry and moan
But lost their soul, their god is cold
And I’m for told that not true
But funny, like the easter bunny
Try to play husband, took the head of a honey
Seven syllables? I’m lucky
Can’t compare cuz you’re yucky
Not to mention that you’re ugly
So here’s the hook you heard already
Grab your guns, grab your tools, or a pitchfork
We’re gonna start a riot that you’ve never seen before
And if you think you can stop us
Then go ahead and come try it
We’ll make sure that you’re in the dirt where you belong
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