Roman’s Revenge (Remix)

[Verse: Ashtin Larold]
Rapping insane, call it schizophrenic
It's good, don't worry, but try not to panic
I listened to rap, and then I took a stab at it
Evolved on the spot, the transformation was drastic
Abracadabra with my lyrical magic
The skinny white boy within a natural habit
Haters be cursing me off like, "God damn it!"
I saw a chance to take, so I had to grab it
Who'd have thought this white boy had such talent?
I'm taking haters down, grim with my talons
Know that I can do this alone, I've been a menace
And I guess that if I can't, then that's just tragic
I'm not a problem child, but I like to cause trouble
Young buck just starting to sprout beard stubble
Modest, but I'm definitely far from humble
Got a problem with that? Kiss my ass, lick my grundle
I'm climbing to the top, so where's Rapunzel?
Got to speak up, boy, just don't mumble
Taking the path, trying not to stumble
Putting words together like a jigsaw puzzle
Remember to keep your eyes on the prize
At the same time, I got my mind on my rhymes
I'mma take chances, try it, try
'Til I take off and I fly in the sky
Yeah, I know that I'm just that good
If you don't know that by now, well, you should
I'm the best, not you, that's understood
Got ladies yelling, "Timber!" when I get wood
Call me Xzibit, gotta concentrate
I'm competing fucking welterweight
I'm feeling lucky, let's raise the stakes
Let me be the hero, 'cause I wanna save the day
Make the play, but this ain't the NFL
I'm large and in charge, fucking XXL
Everybody told me that I would excel
You didn't get schooled, bitch, you got expelled
I'm a little sick and tired of you dumbass young bucks
Pull you aside, beat your ass up with nunchucks
Your first-grade rhymes make me wanna upchuck
They don't make sense, have me asking, "Um, what?"
'Cause you're illiterate dumbfucks
I applaud your reference, kid, give you thumbs up
But your rhymes are staler than a nun's cunt
You spit, and the whole crowd got stunk up
Enough, it's time to take out the blunt's guts
Juicy Fruit got the basement smell like a skunk's butt
Got the circle going, pass it and puff, puff
Parents come down, and now they don't trust us
My rhymes will probably make your minds do backflips
Y'all cats are pussies, I got the catnip
Got freestyles, this the ultimate Mad Lib
I'm pale, not stale, so this cracker ain't cracking
Look at this rapper, [?]
Such a shock to hear it from a lanky, white bastard
I seem normal to [?] with that verse
But I blew up, and now I'm a master
Normally, I'm calm and I'm full of laughter
Piss me off, I get madder than a fucking hatter
Stab you in the bladder, hang your ass from a rafter
Faster than the wind in a natural disaster
I'm going out to get plastered
Then I'm chilling at the crib with a dutch right after
I'm high, blowing smoke rings, you can call me Saturn
I'll light up the bitch just like a fucking lantern
I spit hot, but my crew stays motley
Blue eyes, blonde hair, looking like a fucking Nazi
Staying under radar, no paparazzi
Still going hard, it takes a lot to stop me
Try to karate-chop me
I'll bite your arm off and sit back while you watch me
I don't really care if you're calling me cocky
'Cause if somebody chokes on the mic, well, they're not me
Try and burst my bubble, but a pin won't pop me
'Cause I'm up on top, staring down, feeling godly
Beat your ass with ice like we're playing hockey
Fuck a penguin, my chain resembles a pot leaf