Beatdown Boulevard

[Intro]
Oh yeah
This is my fight beat
808 boom
But nah, let's get serious

[Verse 1]
Never gonna see me on CD spitting freely
Never gonna see me spitting speedy, that's so silly
Whether or not, I will ever blow up on the scene
I'm really too obscene, and I'm not even 16
A banana, in the water, cos I yell loads
Sit here, screaming "help me I can't float"
Like larder, I'm a store, of the sweet and the wacky
Fuck this beat, ima trade for it for some baccy
I get a lotta shit for sounding like a little kid
I better grow some tits, cos I'm high-pitched like a bitch
The hype is really shit, I don't have fans or even six
People who listen to me and my deluded fantasies

[Hook]
I don't know why I'm like this
I just try to be unique

[Verse 2]
But even if I beat up a bitch named Christopher
Drag queen, queer, little freak, fucking fist 'em up
With a kink for a twink who's sixteen and so chic
Would you bat an eyelid or turn the other cheek?
You see, double standards, reign supreme in society
Make a scene, but be seen, with a queen, then you're clean
So be mean, be obscene, make her scream
Cos who gives a fuck about a slut, it's 2019
And I see myself, in seven years, eleven kids
A stupid hoe with anger fits, a family on benefits
A range of things, like trailer kits, and traded bits
Of furniture, with smears upside of streaks of shit
Fucking white trash pricks
People like to bully me and bash me, it's basic
I will hit a little bitch if he's man enough to face it
But the fake shit? come into my ends shit?
Ey wagwan batty boy! Shut up! You're wasted
I take it back, rap is whack, Traumatik, the acid rap
Illmatic? I hated that, filmed my shit, uploaded it
Mistook it for a Logic track?
(urrr... is your shit black?)
No but it's dad is half

[Hook]
I don't know why I'm like this
I just try to be unique

[Verse 3]
Had a staring contest, with a detached head
In a rehabbed, winner gets free ket
I blink, then I'm outside, it's winter and I think it's night
Oh shit, I'm on acid now aren't I
I planted a seed, it ain't green, it ain't weed
It's my Sound
Cloud cover art, blow up guaranteed
One day, a crowd will shout my name out
Then I'll take a bow, this is fame, and it's inbound
Inbounds? like a slut, my basement, is underground
If she wants to die hard my brute will is a fine start
Give her the run-around, I'll free her, when she comes around
Till then - she's a quiet as a Christmas mouse
Bet you didn't see me at your sister's house, you musta bounced
Before I took her ass to bed and gave her dick and licked her down
Incite a foul, riot on the streets, of a liquor town
Pass a pack around, of cider, chug a liquid down
If you even doubt, that I will ever even out
I'll sit you down, and cuss you out
And beat your fucking earphones out
And I keep rhyming "out" like ima outta rhymes
Feel like Marty Mc
Fly cos I'm outta time

[Hook]
I don't know why I'm like this
I just try to be unique

[Verse 4]
My childhood was not good, I found out, my dad took
My bikes, books, and sold them for crack pipes and lighter fluid
But I mighta knew it sooner, if my mother saw it
Well, she did, in theory, under the influence
Of ten drugs, alcohol, weed tokes, and Adderall
Weak blow and crack/coke with a bit of E involved
And similarly, ketamine to put her in a K-Hole
Oh and I don't know, maybe heroin and benzos
Fag smoke around the home, burnt down
I mighta known, that it was because of um
A fire in the kitchen from
My mother lighting cigarettes and leaving the oven on
Suspend your disbelief, that's a fact, but I love you mum
And now I'm traumatised and write a bunch a shitty rhymes
And pretend I have super-eyes, cos supervision's not for I
It's silly, I'm alive, I do drugs like at all time
Ecstasy whenever I, feel like, that's 3 a night
But my wills tight, secure, till I might die
Overdose, any night, I've already survived it twice
Heart attack, fucking what, pussy shit
I have alot, of pussy? no, heart probs
Thud thud, all hard throbs