Anonymous - Nalyd

[Intro]

See I would get on this track and tell you I'm the best but

I can't because not only am I not the best

I'm not even a real person

So let's be honest nobody knows who the fuck I am

I mean why do you think I bought that anonymous mask...

I know what I am

 

[Verse 1]

It's the white infernus wielding a gat but don't know how to work it

Burning persons but burned myself into the surface

Since the day I surfaced to steal culture from urbans who think I burden the verses

Hide me from the public service, pull down all my curtains

Cut my promotional circuits

Oh look at me I'm so hermit with reversed epidermis

Who finally came outside to record myself

Walking in circles around my Grandma's neighborhood home looking so lurkin'

I'm still alone

The catacomb

Mr. Unknown

I need a new hobby God forbid I get better known right?

Disowned from Daddy

Turned it into the most popular loner

That now has a fucking fake happy persona

To be the worst rapper to ever be

Because his brains in a coma but my body is such a roamer

I'm losing it and I'm not getting any closer to

Being everyone else and saying

I'm just another everyday stoner who woke up with a boner

But nah

Thats a tale for another day

I would just rather say hey hip-hop look at me

Look at me

 

[Hook]

It's La Dee Doddy Doddy, Here comes anony

And I won't stop til' I cum in

Hip-Hop's body

When the fuck will somebody spot me

Ohhh, ohhh

 

[Verse 2]

I'm just killing em as I mozy on

Destroying em even more as I move along

Kill them on every song, Is it too fucking wrong

The way I murder them with every bar,line or rhyme that comes out

My mind and makes its way on top of the page

They be to calm down

Keep a mirror near

I'm not a real person here

And I'm dead and blind in the afterlife

I hid behind a fake smile and dark humor to show how

I'm so very super nice

So they don't even have to ask me twice

When I say listen to my album because it don't cost a price

It might costs a loss of 22 IQ points to be precise

But I took a few words of advice that I'm just a waste of life

But jokes on ya'll i ain't even got a life to live

I don't got an in-stock fuck to give

Isn't it weird I'm reluctant to admit that I don't give a shit

And that I don't exist even when I rap as good as this

But it's written as omits

But since I got rejected by brits

Threw a couple fits with a knife

And cut a slit in all my friends back handed wrist compliments

I'm on my real

I'm top notch skilled but I don't feel confident in the cards

I've been dealt

Galactic whip your ass with Orion's belt

You motherfuckers gon feel me like you ain't ever felt

Invisible leader

I've been bout it, bout it

Nalyd vs all The Invalids

Its like comparing snails to cheetahs

I'm the offended repeater

Oh well there ngoes Nalyd goes with another subliminal

I must be mental

Because look at all this instrumental stuffed with inuindo

They start to tremble when I come around with my pencil

To disassemble them limb from limb it's simple

Welcome to a unlocked level to hell

Welcome to a tutorial to try to learn rap and eventually fail

And hey Dad

I know your a retard but that might explain why I spit so well

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3]

Yeah I'm a little sick

I might scribble shit on the back of a brick

Anywhere I need the rhyme

So I can throw the punch line at you yet still remember it

I'm sickly bitch

I'm about as attractive prickly..cactuses

You meant to say cacti

Well cause I'm dumb guy

I'm that guy

I'm her dream guy that'll give your girl a black eye

Apologize with a creampie

Leave her high and dry without saying goodbye, kinda shit

I'm the scratch that can't be itched

The simple mind that can't be switched

I'm the snitch that'll have to need a upper chest stiched

And then live in a ditch because I told on someone

Who said it's be best-fit If I jumped off a bridge (Nooooo)

(Ohhhhhh)

I'm a pig

Look at me going ham in the fridge

I'm out of touch and or off the grid

And forbid you ever let me near the kids

I left a mark but best believe it was a skid

The attack of the disgusting black ink of a squid

When it drips onto the pad from my pen

Boring life in possession

Simple scripts of blogging depression confessions

I'll unload triple clips into my head to save you the question

Why is he the way he is

I just can't comprehend him

I'm guessing he doesn't want a spot in up there heaven

I'm guessing the little faggot just wanted more attention

I wanna beat some sense into him to learn the bitch a lesson

He's miserable

Acting like someone's always against him

Although the tape over his mouth is the only forgotten weapon

Now think about that for a second

Oh wait I'm anonymous you won't fuck you