[Intro]
I hold too much crap in my hands, now they're filthy!
Too much crap can be a bad thing, if you get my gist
[Verse 1]
I made about 60 albums, 80% of them were crap
I don't know how I, improved in rap...
Through persistence... I couldn't tell...
My albums were the equivalent of hell
They told me my mastering was sh**ty, they were right
My production was tinny, I couldn't put up a fight
So therefore I'm trying to improve my work
But I couldn't enunciate, and the words f**ing hurt
I don't know why the f** I made Flora's Diary
It wasn't fire, I couldn't even see...
What I was making. A transs**ual girl, what was I thinking?
Why wasn't my island sinking?
Because nobody was on it, I was the only one alone...
And I couldn't even figure out how to atone
When I got typecasted for this sh**
Man, their typecasting was legit
[Prelude 1]
Yeah, smell the crap on me! You can smell it from like miles away
It's that cow kind so it's especially smelly...
I don't expect people to like me because of the crap I make
I expect them to hate me...
[Verse 2]
I diss people who are irrelevant
I make diss songs that don't even make sense
Because the rhyme structure is lame
And I have a faulty non-working brain
I try to make rhymes the best that I can
But my speech impediment does not give a damn
Slurs the words around, makes me mispronounce words
I don't even understand it's so absurd
I should learn how to enunciate by doing more rap
But I understand that my raps are crap
I don't care what you think, this is who I am...
I can't get rid of it, the surgery does not exist god damn
So what am I supposed to do, keep making the crap...
And then, I'll be able to rap...
Somehow, someway... I'm going to make it in the place
But then again, I have to become a disgrace...
[Prelude 2]
I'm a 100% crap, that's a true fact
At least that's according to the people who diss me
History shall be made
The crap shall cease
[Verse 3]
My mastering is tinny, my production is lame...
My voice is motherf**ing squeaky, I can't even play the game...
Properly, because I can't really say
The words I want to say because they call me gay
I don't even understand how the f** I can improve...
I listen to this sh** yet they call me rude things...
Like terrible producer, terrible masterer
I don't want to pay $100 just to get the sh** produced yo
What happens if the beats aren't compatible?
What happens if my speech impediment just slurs?
What happens if I offend a producer in general?
Then I lose everything, and it hurts...
To do this sh**, I don't even understand...
Why the f** I keep repeating words god damn
It's because I s**, yes truly so...
And I don't know where the f** I'm going to go...
With my career