The Frying Pan

[Verse 1:] Yeah I'll beat the shit out of you in broad day, and get drunk in public People like us don't go to the clubs, so why the fuck would I make a club hit I never had a budget, but my attitude was fuck it I'll put these records out myself, with no ones help, and kids will love it But the times have changed, like the chemicals inside my brain These fuckin' kids are soft now, and their favorite rapper's rhymes are lame So hell yeah I'll complain, and write until my finger's bleeding Cause the radio's got me thinking, that maybe gay was in this season And each and everyone of these little rich rockin' pink shirt dudes Is afraid to walk at night, and stay home like they had curfews But I got worse news, than FOX fathered you're intelligent Not only do I practice violence, but I packaged it, now I'm selling it You can't tell me what fuckin' time it is, cause I'm ahead of it That's why your newest album is sounding worse than my entry level shit I was a heavy metal kid, but since I fell in love with drum brigs I could spit a verse in one take, and gut a rapper like a cup cake Chorus: This is life, this is death, stress gettin' off my chest It's relaxin', it's partyin', it's cleanin' up the mess It's sleepin', no it's sex, it's competing with the best Na it's nothing, yes it's everything, it's seeping thru my flesh [2X] [Verse 2:] Oh you rap too, I'm not impressed, trust me I hate you guys I'm not rapping, I'm innovating styles for you to plagiarize When I die, my name survives, in fact I'm probably dead right now Death's inevitable, the only question acceptable, is when and how Okay I'm stressin' out, steppin' out the box that you've been trapped inside Your lack of pride shines thru, like shame in the father of a faggots eyes I have to rise, like a phoenix born from ash I'll stomp a man into a fuckin' garbage can for talkin' trash I want some ass, but not the psychotic cunt bitch that comes with it Like fuckin' is a crime, and a relationship's the punishment I'm on some other shit, the government's too small for me See I got bigger fish to fry, and my pan is under warranty War with me and lose, man go get some P's and Q's Or you goin' to be abused, I would do it for free, but papa needs some shoes No need to be confused, I need to eat, fuck and sleep I can't sleep but I can eat and fuck by spittin' something deep (boom) [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo, ayo I love my fuckin' life, you hate on me because you hate yours See hate I can respect, but disrespect and I'ma break jaws Like I break laws, I never agreed to abied by in the first place I'm naturally rhymin', like lightning, hurricanes, flames and earthquakes I don't represent like first dates, I represent like logos That'll throw 'bows just to grab you attention, cause you'll remember a broke nose Homos, I'm almost at the end of my rope, you understand Start an argument, I'll swing 'til I break your face and both my fuckin' hands You'd fuck a man for a hundred grand, that's why we can't be equal And my family keeps wonderin' why I'm always mad at people You can take it how you want it, but this is how I feel I'm comfortable with the man I am, and that's with or without a deal My sound is real, and I don't really care if they like it or not Cause I started from the ground up and I'll keep buildin' right 'til the top I will fight 'til I drop, a monster is an understatement This is Nightwalker, broadcastin' live from the fuckin' basement [Chorus]