Wildcard (Outcast Remix)

Look, give it up to the rapper
Who's  not that serious
Making  up all these bars
Like crooked cops in the city
And nah‚ I'm not that dude
Who  raps about the clothes he wears
I'm  just that dude who raps about up the kids he scares
Cuz I'm a clown
I'm  a joker
I'm like Casey Anthony in 2011
Sending these babies back to their fathers
In a broken casket
Blow  a gasket
With these SJW's
Angry about the jokes I crack
Shit! Sorry for being crude
So rude
So over the top with these words I use
I'm just a lyrical mastermind
When I can up with these rhymes
My mind put them together
And make these crazy lines
Like‚ Charles Manson was just prancing
In a mansion with Marilyn
Giving out cyanide juices
To these children's parents
To stop the questioning of where they been going
I guess I'm so morbid
But yet I keep on flowing and flowing
My mouth is abnormal
With all the fire coming out
I'm in-doubt‚ bring the heat
On every verse that I'm spitting out
I'm hysterical when writing this damn lyrical
The pinnacle of rap is instrumental to a track
So I'll keep on going with the wrath
Rename me The Bat (Man)
Since all I do is bring the justice
To these beats, attack you wacks
For being false to your craft
Nevermind cuz, I am not special
I am just an outcast