[Verse 1: Oddsox]
So let me take you back, how it happened
How I first really got into rapping
Back then I was never cool, never was in fashion, I was laughed at still was my passion
Still is but it happened like this
One day I was at work bored as shit
In a job I never wanted, but for some fucking reason I got it
God I was going psychotic, sick get me some antibiotics
Sick in the head almost lost it why
Instead of working hard I would just write rhymes
I would always fuck around, I would do it all the time
Every single day thinking thats the reason I was hired
I would never do my job why wasn't I fired
But I stucked at it worked hard
Suddenly I started writing sick bars
Bedroom antics never cum last
In a game I wanna be in now my mates they can never laugh
At my craft, love it doing anything to make it last
In this rap game there is nothing but tryha rds
Webcam videos and me theirs a hard line
Difference if you check my songs you will find why
Girls all wanna fuck me and guys all wanna be me
When they finally go and listen like a smack round , EASY
[Verse 2: Oddsox]
Shit, they couldn't care less
Doesn't really matter, not hip hop heads
At my school at my mates, I am gonna make a change
And find someone who will go and love my shit
Got out the keyboard typed on the keys
And I'm adding any rapper with a buzz I can see
Like hey MC, fan of he, liked your music way back wee
When did I ever? Lie through my teeth
It's a feat, it's fake I swear you're pretty fucking good mate
Demo tape what? I didn't send that
Must of accidentally left that attached
But it's there yo so you might aswell check that
Also wanna feature I'm totally down with that
I can rap pretty well as you can tell
As for your gig well that can be my show
Just need a hand out swear that I'll pay it back
Help so it can fall in my lap
'Cause I don't wanna work hard at my craft fuck that
I'll be fucking awesome who can't rap?
It's pretty fucking easy say a couple words
Absurd unheard, fucking I don't know, bird?
Waiting for my break now, take another break how
Once I get this popping shit I'ma need my breaks wow
Been around break it down, get my shit and play it loud
Everything I ever wanted, I'ma get it now
Easy Limit is sky
Just want this rapper to reply
[Verse 3: Clue]
Man fuck it, this ain’t what I need
Wanna be the guy to help you out but we need to sort this now
'Cause see, I’ve been pretty busy focused on my own
So I’ll probably never watch your fucking Facebook video
Hit me, “yo, wanna do a collab?
Bro man, please? I could really use a follow back?
Followed your music from the start
That's a fun fact
I know I’ve just done a couple bars
Could you share my first track?"
Nah, look I’m just being honest
I’ve been spending every day, tryna keep it polished
I’ve been putting all my nights in the finished product
While you’re typing out a verse in the Youtube comments
I don’t wanna disrespect, dude I feel your hustle
And don’t wanna burst your bubble 'cause I know the struggle
But how you gonna win them back to back, with fat stacks
When you raps all whack, like the cat in the hat
I’m mad! 'Cause every lad, with a pen and a pad
Tryna make some maniacal magic, while not actually rapping
Still these idiots clapping and these dudes filling
Up my news feed with their fucking mouths flapping!
Still I catch them, think they’re going spastic
Bout to throw my mac, and take out the hatchet
Overlook hotel, watch the building collapsing
Fuck this, I’m about to take action
