You my life, you wanna away whats mine, but I got my and Ill keep singing the sun dont rise.
Its a game for me to watch you suffer in pain, its my favorite thing, and Im a do this shit your slain. You can go and ask God, he wants you dead. Ill put your name to shame everytime my pen hits the paper. Mister, Mr. Im the new Davis, who tries to rap but even sing, the only he sounds good is when hes spreading his rumors, or filling up his beer gut the last of his Coors. Crap, I aint done yet, and dont you ever me to you, Im the Trent, your that dude workin Pro Tools at noon and now your chockin cause your is over for you. I fuckin smoked you, you. Dont you got something betta to do, tell each other whos cuter? Mr. Cool Dude, oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your moms a bitch, and her two kids can suck my dick, you who this is.
As I walk alone, I sing for tomorrow. Dont you forget that I meet you there wont be no sorrow. These are cold but this lonely road I follow. Im not scared cause I know home tomorrow.
Dr. says he dont like me. If hes got a problem with my penis he can fight me. think cause Im on the radio they can buy me and put this asshole right beside me. You think Im a sit here lying? Fuck that, I aint let no psychooooo punk back. In my city, nine milli milli sing it with me, I got the in the Spirit, you can try and hit me. Theres a certain magic when I spit, and only few can it cause Im right above the ceiling, its a normal habit, thats why people say I kill it, thank God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings. So when you meet me, just say Hi, how you doin? I dont need that other crap Wow, I knew how you grew up or you can take the other route and just say Wow, how you blew up, but behind my your saying how the fuck did he do it?