Oddball

Twirling up a stache and cashing in as diabolical,

I'm snickering at the bickering, I find their fire comical,

I'm listening as their words are glistening while illogical,

I'm turning these pigs to bacon in the sun, astronomical,

 

Pathological and lyrical liars are getting stage fight,

I wanna lock them up and hit these flippin' bitches with a cage fight,

I don't know how tight the lyrics are and what these fools arranged,

But I'm gunning for the glory, getting gory, too deranged,

 

All my shit is pretty strange, but then again, so is my style,

Thought I'm mean and never clean when on the scene while bein' vile,

I'm still lacking all the stacks while stacking rappers in a pile,

But the fact that all my actions hit the spot can make me smile,

 

I'm the file that never fits inside a pencil pushers paperwork,

A guy that sticks around that's never yellin' "See ya later, jerk!"

I may be sorta picturesque inside my choice of words,

But don't hate me cause my shit is so absurd,

 

I'm flyer than a bird and shooting forward like a jet,

I'm getting better every moment, every second that I get,

Wearing letter-mans and feeling like a veteran with rap game,

Leaving pride of work to overlap fame.