Pref1x - k**er Side lyrics

[Hook] Man I don't know what to say, but I am going insane. Crazy is the one emotion that I feel inside. and I don't know if you feel me, but this is the real me, I guess I will show you off my k**er side [Verse 1] I'm a human hallucinogen Here to bring you new music again Everyone sleeps on my sh** so, like I took a number 2 on them Two minutes after they get done chewing on roofies like Stu and them in the Hangover, game over, don't a**ume you can do what I do with a pen Yo I hate reading articles of all of these underground artists that are all so full of themselves and snobby "I'm bringing real art to the fullest." Do you know why you're not marketable b**h? I'll give you a second to think about it. Hm, hm, hm Cause you're marketing BULLsh*t You're f**ing unsigned, cause you spend so much of your time, running punchlines, tryna keep it REAL, but what you don't REALize, you have to combine it, with a drum line, and a decent flow Oh I get it now, you're really trying to be a known comedian, cause everything you sing is a JOKE So f** your life and f** the high horse that you rode upon I'mma keep it, shameless, as a topless, Emmy Rommsum on a song While you're jacking off, your dong to Tron Trailers at Comic-on I'll be f**ing your mom in the a** with a used Magic Johnson condom on [Hook] Man I don't know what to say, but I am going insane. Crazy is the one emotion that I feel inside. Man I don't know how to pull this, but f** all this bullsh**, maybe I'll show you off my k**er side. Man I don't know what to say, but I am going insane. Crazy is the one emotion that I feel inside. and I don't know if you feel me, but this is the real me, I guess I will show you off my k**er side [Verse 2] When I'm up in the club, these girly's, they like to ask How come you don't make more songs I can dance to and get my grind on Brad? Now why would I write a rap that makes you wanna f** the guy with a blow out, fake tan and some tribal tats on steriods? While I'm in the back Getting so damn ignored cause I can't afford designer tags or buy you a gla** of Ciroc Vodka I must have a sign on my back, saying "Please don't f** me, please don't f** me!" Well I guess then being ridiculously good looking is quickly becoming the new ugly Yo i get rejected or treated like a disease or a defect cause they don't rock diesel jeans, with a tatto'd printed Affliction v-neck While these worthless models with no calling or purpose, follow these jerks and swallow their s**m so they can sit in the booth and get free bottle service But I'm not super pissed, no They're just too super official As long as you just know, I can spit the truest sh** yo Give me two years and these douche bags will say "They knew Brad!" And these hoe bags will say "Back in the day me and Brad used to date! I blew his whistle." [Hook] [Verse 3] Oh I love these YouTube comments coming from these virgin douche bags Taking a break from viewing and watching p**n so they take two seconds and mute it and pause it Switch tabs, hop on my YouTube songs and All they really wanna do is talk sh** "Oh my god not another white dude hip-hoppin' UGH" "Puffin' On La" "This guy doesn't even looks like he smokes What a hoax, he looks more like an Elijah Wood look-alike with a mic, he's a joke." "He's no Chris Webby, or Sam Adams, they're both incredible." He would never spit a flow lyrical enough to compete with an Eminem or Yelawolf! "and if he was a tad bit iller, he'd actually still uh, would only posses less than half a sk** level of a Mac Miller" Im about to snap for real, and peel back the caps on these motherf**in suicidal high school kids Where did this sense of entitlement come from? None of them rhyme or spit They just spend their time on these torrent sites and click, on my sh** than they try to steal it and pirate it Well the name's Pref1x you can keep it, its a gift you miserable pricks fu*k all of you internet haters YOU CAN su*k MY DIGITAL DICK [Hook x2]