Going Too Far

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Yo
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It's almost like
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People mad at me over dumb shit now
The fuck did I do wrong
I'm just being me
Can't I express myself anymore

Yo
Feels like I'm walkin' on some bottled glass
That shatters and breaks and knocks me on my fuckin' ass
And now the doctors ask's if I get my proper rest
I'm an insomniac, drinking so much Red Bull I'm due for a fuckin' heart attack
It's either that or cardiac arrest
Eventually you'll probably see my body bag just get zipped
So outta ask for my autograph while I'm still alive
'Cause honestly, I don't believe that I'll ever get to see twenty five
You say attitude seems always mad and moody
Like you faggots knew me, isn't that amusing
How you actually think you got me just figured out
But you don't know nothin' about me, sit the fuck down you clowns, I'm sick of you
All you ever do is try to shit on my career when you sittin' there in your living room
A tough guy aye, tellin' me what I shouldn't do
You better shut your mouth and enjoy the shit that I'm givin' you

Y'all must think that I'm so crazy
With the way that I would say these bars
But you should know that that don't faze me
'Cause my mama told me to be smart
It's no wonder radio's won't play me
'Cause they don't understand my art
I say shit to make you angry 'cause
No such thing as going too far

Just like my auntie use to tell me
You don't got any fuckin' brains so you better pray to God you end up wealthy
So we'll see, if it's rap that doesn't fulfill me
I'll probably be robbin' banks until somebody kills me
A fuckin' asshole, raised in the Back Mountain
With his ragged outfit, livin' lavish in his mom and dad's houses
A stubborn white guy, from the 17 Rice Drive
I wasn't poor nor was I rich, I lived my life fine
But wait, you had a camaro at seventeen and attended private school
So you must just livin' the dream
No, you fuckin' faggot
I spent all my graduation money just to buy the car
So quit tellin' me that I had like everything just handed to me
Don't ever judge my family for being there for me
It's not my fault if your parents are either dead or divorced
Payin' child support that they can't even afford
I don't give you no remorse so

Y'all must think that I'm so crazy
With the way that I would say these bars
But you should know that that don't faze me
'Cause my mama told me to be smart
It's no wonder radio's won't play me
'Cause they don't understand my art
I say shit to make you angry 'cause
No such thing as going too far

Look I ain't try'na put a target on my back and get assassinated
All because I said a fuckin' word that got you aggravated
Then these faggots take it and over exaggerate it
Classic case of dumbasses thinkin' I invented these raps I say 'cause
I got a mad rage, hit you with this ash tray
And hide my demo tapes from your kids like they do with bad grades
Call me the devil, I'm a menace, I'm a rebel
I'm a butcherin' wordsmith when I'm pickin' up this pencil
I'll I ever wanted was credibility, fuckin' popularity's not what I want
I can't even bother
'Cause that's where I stop ya, I ain't no whitey collar
Rather be hated through my music than ignored and still makin' a dollar
I got you all in the palm of my hands, feedin' you
Leavin' you so angry at me, you would finally see the truth
Why I would say these things, so what if I'm throwin' hate
Grow a pair of balls bitch and stop being a snowflake

Y'all must think that I'm so crazy
With the way that I would say these bars
But you should know that that don't faze me
'Cause my mama told me to be smart
It's no wonder radio's won't play me
'Cause they don't understand my art
I say shit to make you angry 'cause
No such thing as going too far

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