Ashtin Larold - Roman's Revenge (Remix) lyrics

[Verse: Ashtin Larold] Rapping insane, call it schizophrenic It's good, don't worry, but try not to panic I listened to rap, and then I took a stab at it Evolved on the spot, the transformation was drastic Abracadabra with my lyrical magic The skinny white boy within a natural habit Haters be cursing me off like, "God damn it!" I saw a chance to take, so I had to grab it Who'd have thought this white boy had such talent? I'm taking haters down, grim with my talons Know that I can do this alone, I've been a menace And I guess that if I can't, then that's just tragic I'm not a problem child, but I like to cause trouble Young buck just starting to sprout beard stubble Modest, but I'm definitely far from humble Got a problem with that? Kiss my a**, lick my grundle I'm climbing to the top, so where's Rapunzel? Got to speak up, boy, just don't mumble Taking the path, trying not to stumble Putting words together like a jigsaw puzzle Remember to keep your eyes on the prize At the same time, I got my mind on my rhymes I'mma take chances, try it, try 'Til I take off and I fly in the sky Yeah, I know that I'm just that good If you don't know that by now, well, you should I'm the best, not you, that's understood Got ladies yelling, "Timber!" when I get wood Call me Xzibit, gotta concentrate I'm competing f**ing welterweight I'm feeling lucky, let's raise the stakes Let me be the hero, 'cause I wanna save the day Make the play, but this ain't the NFL I'm large and in charge, f**ing XXL Everybody told me that I would excel You didn't get schooled, b**h, you got expelled I'm a little sick and tired of you dumba** young bucks Pull you aside, beat your a** up with nunchucks Your first-grade rhymes make me wanna upchuck They don't make sense, have me asking, "Um, what?" 'Cause you're illiterate dumbf**s I applaud your reference, kid, give you thumbs up But your rhymes are staler than a nun's c*nt You spit, and the whole crowd got stunk up Enough, it's time to take out the blunts, scuzz Juicy Fruit got the basement smell like a skunk's bu*t Got the circle going, pa** it and puff, puff Parents come down, and now they don't trust us My rhymes will probably make your minds do backflips Y'all cats are pussies, I got the catnip Got freestyles, this the ultimate Mad Lib I'm pale, not stale, so this cracker ain't cracking Look at this rapper, [?] Such a shock to hear it from a lanky, white ba*tard I seem normal to [?] with that verse But I blew up, and now I'm a master Normally, I'm calm and I'm full of laughter Piss me off, I get madder than a f**ing hatter Stab you in the bladder, hang your a** from a rafter Faster than the wind in a natural disaster I'm going out to get plastered Then I'm chilling at the crib with a dutch right after I'm high, blowing smoke rings, you can call me Saturn I'll light up the b**h just like a f**ing lantern I spit hot, but my crew stays motley Blue eyes, blonde hair, looking like a f**ing Nazi Staying under radar, no paparazzi Still going hard, it takes a lot to stop me Try to karate-chop me I'll bite your arm off and sit back while you watch me I don't really care if you're calling me co*ky 'Cause if somebody chokes on the mic, well, they're not me Try and burst my bubble, but a pin won't pop me 'Cause I'm up on top, staring down, feeling godly Beat your a** with ice like we're playing hockey f** a penguin, my chain resembles a pot leaf