I'm Gonna Be

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Right now, I’m a wannabe

but I’m gonna be a has-been.

Make fun of me now,

but “Wow!” when they see my passion.

That’s when I’ll cash in

and those sons of b’s cease laughing.

I’m rafting on the rapids and my craft is passive action.

The mast is massive and it’s that which has me catching blast winds.

I’m passing ‘em in fashion;

smash the gas and leave ‘em crashing.

From the last in line to catch ‘em.

I’m not acting.

I’m not asking.

Have ‘em gasping on the gases from my ass when I go past ‘em.

I’m basking in the glory of the fact that I’m the captain.

All the bastards in my past are just a dusty mass of ashes.

“Holy shit!” be their reactions

and I’m exactly that. YEAH!

The master of disaster and no matching me with match sticks.

My magic flame is that big:

active cannons blasting.

I’m fast but not the fastest yet, I passed ‘em doing back flips.

They’re napping like the rabbit.

Like the tortoise I kept at it.

I dropped my habits that were bad;

had to rehab from an addict.

I’m kinetic. I’m not static.

If you ask, then, you can have it.

I still have stacks of ammo and racks of automatics.

Add it.

Some say I’m the baddest but they haven’t met my bad bitch.

I’m the maddest with a madness method to attract the masses.

The daft will never match wits;

crackheads with their glass dicks.

I mastered that shit as a bad kid.

I can’t go back. I have switched.

I have a gift and planned this

to expand my chances.

The fans spin.

The man wins.

I’m dancing on my mountain.