[Verse 1: Jay Diem]
All these rappers got bars but no style
Just stylists and sight childish differences between spouses
Leaving 5 kids to find a new house with new blouses
Hit clubs and smoke dubs and write the same rhymes about it
I'm screamin' and shoutin' for friends on this Island of MisFit Toys
I'm doubted by the same people who say they love me
Now how can I ever cope with that
I suppose my lack of close friends made me cope with rap
Rather than cope with smack
That fat ghat in my dad's backpack I could elope with that if I just cut the straps
Just empty my tablets and then empty the sack
Now look at that useable beautiful Mac
Prosaic in all of the trap stars trap rap acts you love to laugh at
Feel like a lab rat
I'm well tested and pissed off
My therapist was the first person I ever flicked off
I'm about to lift off might resort to d**
And then I see my grandpa's image and I resort to love
And start to sob on the floor
Play Nipsey Hustle put the Mac-11 back up on the dresser drawer like
“Whats the weapon for?”
You know exactly what the weapon's for
[Instrumental Breakdown]
[Verse 2: Jay Diem]
We refer to things as abstract when we can't understand them
Reprimand and demand it conform to our standards
So overstand when I state that I hate this second handed creativity everybody's branded as their own
And they claim to be different
But I don't see them on the island
And that's why I feel distant
As a child, I was instantly never well-liked and I still cry every time
I realize I was too scared to say to my last words to my grandpa when he was last alive
Those last words were the reason my reason and happiness died
Signed
Jay Diem
Island Of MisFit Toys