Wanna be Me?

I ask, not mad, but, wanna be me?

Wanna go on a killing spree with me?

Do you believe me if I said I wanna be king?

I don't believe in god, absolutely, I was once called fruity.

I like girls with beauty, my mind is loosely loopy.

I eat Cuties, my step is rude to me.

I'll truly start abusing Bruce Lee on Dolly's boobies.

My friend has been to a psych ward, I'm a wigger, word.

I go forward toward a northern enforcer.

As part of the New World Order.

I fight wars with chores, didn't ever ride a horse.

but of course I consider myself a lord.

I ride a Porsche on my power cords.

Every bill board, I look like a warrior.

Talk to myself, about my health, about my wealth.

I like sports, I kill whores, I love super heroes.

Very few bros, never from coast to coast.

I'm dumb enough to roast toast.

I carry this load on this road.

I drove on the same route, until I say ouch.

I never choose to lose, never get into coups.

Both father figures are racists.

My step mother encountered a rapist, I hate this.

This gate is about to be caked in.

Once created three songs, along with a sore head.

I need more lead, some more bread for my brain.

I strain to go insane, like James when nothing goes his way.

Managing my ways, across bays, like hay.

I spring at the chance to drop my pants, go on a rant.

I form a band, because I can, like I'm the man.

I ask, not mad, but, wanna be me?

Wanna go on a killing spree with me?

Do you believe me if I say I wanna be king?

Now it's nine on the evening, time to bring my things.

Curry has the rings, rappers have bling.

Katy Perry has a butt, pain medicine is given to Andrew Luck.

I have paper and pencil, luckily not for rental.

I am mental, score keepers have the total.

Open up the roaster, roller coaster is broken.

I'm losing grip on reality, I'm maddening.

It's saddening, especially when Remy Ma's getting crummy.

My mind is numbing, tired of running, away from hunting.

Like Target, don't you forget, that my mind is morbid.

I forgot my pill, it was spilled, or did it?

No it didn't, no one is feeling it.

Like Wilkens I'm reeling it, like Dunham I'm killing it.

Like Leonard I'm hitting it, like rednecks I'm spitting it.

Like the Cable Guy I'm ripping it, like Wayne I'm licking it.

Grew up Christian, bond is what my parents are hittin'.

Now an Atheist, hating racists, and rapists.

My mind said I'm living the good life, I erased it.

My mind is immature to I raised it.

Only twice I dated, my rhymes I created, my own creation.

To the fans, throw up hands, much appreciated.

To some I'm hated, don't know if I'll ever be mated.

My mind is complicated, I love this, enough of this, I hate this.

I rate this basic, I feel ancient.

I am king, I've earned this, but never earnest.

Give me a book, I'll learn this, gimme a Bible, I'll burn it.

Gimme a damn it doll, I'll hurt this.

Gimme a heater, I'll turn this into a furnace.

I ask, not mad, but, wanna be me?

Wanna go on a killing spree with me?

Do you believe me if I say I wanna be king?

My mind is throbbin', I was robbin' when I was Robin.

Batman turned into Cat Man, don't wanna be that man.

But I will be a Stan.

I have a pad and pencil, you need a stencil just to do some scribbles.

All your insults are little, mine are literal.

See, I study you like minerals, you're fake, you fucking liberal!

I put my insults into riddles, you're just Malcom in the Middle.

I confuse you, but know I abused you.

I accuse you, I use you.

The audience are applauding it, they are gawking it.

Understand now? Wow, I'm the man, ouch.

Sit on the couch, in your house, take you down my road.

Show my load, this is the Dustin Show.

I ask, not mad, but, wanna be me?

Wanna go on a killing spree with me?

Do you believe me if I say I wanna be king?