Me be the lunatic
U know I drive ya'll crazy
Im the sick rhymer
Ya'll praise me, no balls to face me
Try whatever pleases u
None of that will ever phase me
Me gots a heart made out of platinum
Now who else is gonna try compare me

My heart be slightly cracked
But that don't mean I cant use it
Its filled with love
But most of all its all covered in hatred
I be sick in the head
The doctor cant save me
Im walking towards the edge
Try and stop me, and ima take ya with me

I think me must be high
Cuz I see the dead roaming free
I believed I could fly like R.kelly
Jumped out with window, me gots stuck in a tree
I broke my leg in 3 places
And now I cant walk
That don't mean I cant rhyme
Try and do what?
I wont stop

Me b the psychopath
Every rhyme you read
Is another clever metaphor
U don't know what that is?
Then what the hell u here for?

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