Pink Guy - Some sh** lyrics

(Yeah... Feelin' cla**y today. Well, aight. Let's go.) I'm not even one to psycho I'm so afraid that everybody looks at my lyrics There's a lot o' typo (Yeah) Money rate growin' in my pocket is the minimal Runnin' from the mobs of people Treat me like a criminal The pinnacle of raw entertainment, my basement Throwin' rocks at main events I ain't revel the havoc and take it easy in the hammock Al Quaeda is the testimony Don't you ever rectify The k**able syllables In the pinnacle of emphasis I'm a creepy little rapper Comin' out the factory Capture me I will be the toughest rapper actually Watch me as I drag my a** to the top Gradually (Ugh) I never Sleep I stay away and prey on the weak Then I devour the freaks and then I pray for the weak I transmit gamma rays And break off the manta ray's tail Raise hell on a Saturday And stabbin' people Yeah Another rapper washin' the dishes People look at me and my sick compositions (OH SICK!) I am done with this feelin' (2x) All you s**ers this evenin' (2x) Are goin' down... (WHOOOOO) *** Thanks for these lyrics