The ONLY Label I'll Claim

!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT !!!

The way I write

is near enough for you to hear it any way that you like.

Everyday and all night,

you can play it; try to hear just what I’m saying.

It's hiding.

Never silent, I just pay it more never-mind.

FOREVER TRY is my motto, until the day that I'll never die.

NEVER FEAR whispered in my ear is a battle cry!

This is America so this is FREE SPEECH!

I’m elite: keep keeping on until I reach peak.

I didn’t lose my leg, I just lost a piece

and that’s weak next to what creeps, lost in me!

I got lots of beef so, I sought the streets.

They taught me how the rock equals lots of cheese!

I’m on a mission for bread. Do I get in the bed

with the chickens? NO! I kick ‘em ‘cause I’m sick in the head!

Give ‘em dick and tell ‘em, “Lick! I’m TECHNICIAN ‘til dead!

If I’m getting famous for the shit that I’m saying,

I’m making waves with the sick ones that are spitting them FLAMES!

They call it STRANGE!!! (MUSIC)

That’s the only label I’ll claim!

Not just a part, it's completely swallowed all of my heart and brain!

I’m banging with every drop of red blood in me!

Said what?

Did he?

Next up: Timmaaaaeee!

Flip my switch – I’ll script the flip on them bitches!

I’ll write it, hire guys and sick the pits on them bitches;

sit back and piss on their wishes!

Click, clack! It's bissiles I’m sending Mitches and this is my business!

If I got a chance, could I pass the test?

When I rap, would the fans dance and flash their breasts?

Would I get a deal? Perhaps, could I snatch a YES?

I want it all! I’ll get it if I get to rap with TECH!

Let’s

quit it with the riddles. It ain’t a game it’s a gamble.

Get in the pit, get lit up. I’ll spit a heinous example;

give ‘em a little bit of MY STRANGENESS –

a S&Mple!

Hit ‘em in the middle with a dangerous handful!

My knuckled-up punch lines fuck with the dumb minds!

This is buckle-up-time! Come rugged or run crying!

We puffing blunts, drunk, high and chumps’ll get done right!

Pucker up cunts! I’m up her cut; in with jump strikes!

Come try a lot of talk but just talk shit; get popped!

Come ride across the top of this mosh pit; get dropped!

It's not about the fame, I wanna rap ‘cause I like to.

I’ve got a lot of pain I’d like to scrap from my life too!

I’m down with that S&M, sadomasochistic!

The Snake and The Bat- that’s the way of this misfit!

Never was a rich kid, no, my life is a bitch! It's shit!

I’m fucking sick of all of it!

Go on, pass me a turn:

middle, last, even first!

I’ll happily learn how to rap in reverse

if it's required and rap rewired.

I’m trying anything that’s requisite to retirement!

!ERIF M’i… kiss it, ‘tis sik… I’m FIRE!