[Intro]
I demand your respect!
For myself cause that's who I represent!
[Verse 1]
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I don't know what that means for me
I'm trying to find the definition all over the place
And I end up making myself look like a disgrace
People say that I look like a fool
Well of course I know, I am a tool
For making songs about, Mr. Applebees
Now how the f** am I supposed to be motherf**ing free?
Still I do this, I'm not going down without a fight
I'm about to take my two fists, punch him in the face, make you say night night
Because you don't dare disrespect the guy who about to innovate
Because you just filled with motherf**ing hate
How the f** you even figure? I'm doing this sh**, I'm trying to get over my speech impediment
I may flub and stub all the time, but at least I know what I'm going to say in my mind
And at least I'm able to refine my grind
Yeah!
[Chorus 1]
I demand y'all respect
Because I'm trying to represent...
[Verse 2]
Yo it hurts when you say that I am weird
Now I'm in a bar drinking lots of beer
Trying to k** my memory cells
Still despite that I can rap very well
So clearly that attempt has failed
I should go blind and attempt to read braille
But then again, how the f** am I able to enlighten my mind, all the time...
When you f**ing up my grind, f**ing up my rhymes
Still I need to do this to gain the motherf**ing respect
Because man, I'm trying to present...
A positive image in difficult times
Maybe I should change my lines to be less positive and more negative
Because man, I don't give a sh**
I'm a motherf**ing little kid trying to serve a jail bid
This is who I am, god damn, you can't stop me now
Motherf**er if you do then you'll just end up like a clown
[Chorus 2]
I demand y'all respect!
I demand y'all respect!
[Verse 3]
My mind does 20 different things at once
How else can I be so blunt?
I got the sk**, I can pay my bills
You ain't got the will so you can't truly k** me...
In a battle to the d**h
So how the f** you able to gain the respect?
Is it that you're more normal than me?
People like normies, they hate autistic people like me
So they want me dead, in the head, unable to spread bread
I don't even understand what the f** I said
But still I do this, no matter what...
Because my brain is telling me to do this stuff, you know me...
I'm determined. Can't you see... that I want your respect...
And I won't get it until I'm able to represent
The game at hand, I don't give a damn...
Cause I'm basically following the master plan, what?