[Intro: Billy Zane as Ansem]
You do not yet know, what lies beyond the door. There is so very much to learn...
[Verse 1]
My mind is getting stranger
I'm fine with letting strangers
Walk into my life
My head is screaming, "Danger!
Don't let her in! Don't let her in!" Well that's a risky favor
But that's a different story
I'll write the setting later
She looks inside my eyes, and cries, because she sees tears
She knows I'm deep in pain, it hurts for us be here
She says she's wishes I was dead...
(Wishes I was dead...)
But I've been dead inside, for 3 years
Everything we do in life is consequential
All my words, and all my actions have been detrimental
But just forget that, listen to this instrumental
This pen and pencil that I'm writing with is incidental
God created light, and made me luminescent
Because my heart is cold
But still has room to teach you lessons
And when I'm feeling down, I know that it's a gloomy blessing
So I still move along like fluids through the two intestines
[Chorus]
Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh
I will change this life I'm raised in
We can make this world amazing
[Verse 2]
I'm the most creative rapper out of San Diego
My raps are inconceivable, like dancing Legos
But my music is in low demand like fancy bagels
So I just wipe away the haters like a sandy a-hole
It's not like I have much competition anyway
Nick Cannon, Lil' Rob, yeah they had their day
Some middle eastern rappers, I forgot your names
Insignificant, cause now I'm here I'm on my way
Don't get me wrong, I respect you, I'm not taking shots
But I get bored when all you rap about is taking shots
I've spent enough time writing rhymes in vacant lots
Entertaining and amusing all my flagrant thoughts
Do I get writers block? No, stop asking me
I'm creative all the time, I'm always practicing
And I'm the cynosure of everyone surrounding me
I need a nap y'all, please let me get back to sleep
[Chorus]
Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh
I will change this life I'm raised in
We can make this world amazing
My heart is broken, help, someone call the paramedics!
The love we shared was love but love can end up deleterious
But now my music's better, and my life is energetic
I'm a large supreme pizza, you're a pair of breadsticks
Do I get writers block? No, stop askin'
I'm young and driven and these mixtapes, are my pa**ion
I'm 50 Cent it's either "Get Rich Or Die Laughin'"
Or maybe that was something else, whatever, lights flashin'
Label owners hear me mic smashin', nice action
But then they hear my instrumentals and they die laughin'
I'm just not rich enough yet, to buy my own beats
Why don't you ask Mac? Kool Aid and Frozen Pizz...
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh
You're looking past the facts
On top of that a couple grand to mix and master that
"What Hurts The Most," that you didn't hear from Rascal Flatts
These rappers features cost a lot like Padres Crackerjacks
So I'll just take the mic, and help myself, I am sagacious
I'm a Gambler of Fate, but I ain't talking Vegas
When you write simple rhymes, the ma**es will forget you
So here's some rhymes that I wrote, simply to impress you
I miss you, won't forget you, always praying, hope I bless you
Hold my pencil, know I'm special, extra special, break the threshold
Pop a vessel, edible fluids, are leaking through the dresser
I'ma get you, I can bet you, I'm credible, I'm the best dude
Unless you just do what you choose you'll never get the best news
I tried to wrestle God, he'll test you, wreck you, twist you like a pretzel but he crept through to the rescue when she left you
Now I'm special, extra special, in the ranks of the celestial
Breaking Records