The way I am... Mystery Man remix

I write songs I make raps Harsh critiques I’m an ass But before you all speak Take a look at my past You don’t even know that I’m wearing a mask Well I’m bearing the mass If an unbearable mass Of a massive outcast Who is always put last You don’t see me You see yourself in the mirror You see a fiend? Well, I guess I wasn’t clear the man who appeared Is the part you always feared So Easy Mil Stan’s and independent fans Every one of you bitching about some real talk Pay attention ma’am’s All the political whitical bitches Missing the whit Of my pitches Center stage but they’re in The dug out ditches So flow switches And rhyme schemes are fine things But lost talent in my dreams Won’t buy things A busy beaver I’m damming The mainstream Guess I’m a pussy A slang for a good thing I’m not a hipster sister Maybe you should listen closely Plenty of the biggest acts Are things I can’t relate to mostly But this ghostly host He wrote for the biggest phonies Knows the bullshit when he heads it So I’m catching heat from fogeys Before you think that you all might know me Guys like Ez Mil are dope But followers are retarded He could go into the booth slap cheeks in mics for when he farted And they’ll be “right that shit was gas” But if I passed it’s a war I started. So I’ll be me And you go ahead and be you Fuck with it Great You don’t? Then it’s cool too Don’t be a fool dude Jumping in the deep end Fuck it I’m a bit rude Call me what you like friend ‘Cause I AM nothing that you say I am If I was? Life would be so boring damn A fucking cynic or a salty little jealous man? The real ones will know who I am But I am whatever you say I am Fuck it kiddie I can’t wait for you to understand You fucking cynic just a salty little jealous man The fake ones never see the plan… I see the numbers I know I really suck man Look how I stutter I ain’t really the attraction I’ll stop the music to do another game of action What if I told you there are other forms of traction? Like the albums I will sell All the numbers you will see Or the streams and the concerts They’ll pay to see me How you think I’ll feed my family? The views are the sprinkles The cake is my army And their arming Their arms are disregarding Every lame scene Cause all together They know that we scheme So you’re not just taking shots at me You’re throwing rocks at a tank b If I was you I’d try a different mission ‘Cause from your position You showed me your cards and no I’m not fishin’ You lack the vision of a visionary You little canary Keep tweeting But this Sylvester is more the Rambo kind so things may get scary for you But even though I act quite foolish This ain’t a tune you can pass As looney or goonish Remember the clueless who inspired this whole dish? So go say your worse I already got my wish ‘Cause I AM nothing that you say I am If I was? Life would be so boring damn A fucking cynic or a salty little jealous man? The real ones will know who I am But I am whatever you say I am Fuck it kiddie I can’t wait for you to understand You fucking cynic just a salty little jealous man The fake ones never see the plan… I’m chopping tails off these tattling Back tracking keep battling Mad max and I’m traveling Black magic I’m dabbling In Hells tavern I’m ravishing All the accidents happening Just invading the absence of all the Vaseline No fucks to give A couple bucks to grip I’m in a rush In an hour imma plug your bitch And when you come home to find out she been cheating And sucking up all my semen Imma give you a reason to go and cut your wrist Shut the fuck up And get it done Nobody cares about your feelings everybody here is numb Go to sleep Looking forward to you never waking up the world is a better place Without you even in my trunk At a loss for time got no space left up in my mind For these haters that keep on trying to take my entire life And make it their own and sprite you With every little lie Call me a player I’ll keep playing this game Until I Motherfucking DIE! But today I’m alive And imma live it like my last Imma do this shit right Until they put me in my casket Murder isn’t the case that they gave me Instead they called me crazy Word of the day is I’m fucking insane ‘Cause I AM nothing that you say I am If I was? Life would be so boring damn A fucking cynic or a salty little jealous man? The real ones will know who I am But I am whatever you say I am Fuck it kiddie I can’t wait for you to understand You fucking cynic just a salty little jealous man The fake ones never see the plan…