Ill Mind of Surv

"Hey, I know you think that, I'm just a 14 year old wannabe white boy that wants

to be Eminem. Yo, well my brother would agree, fucking asshole opposes every

thing I want in life."

 

There's nothing in the world that inspires me more than a mic

There's noting that fires me up more than music, but my brother's all like,

*Gibberish* You can't fucking rap you're white!

Well I'm sorry bro, but on this very night,

I'm gonna show you a very scary sight,

Thats because you fuck with me and make me mad and ask why I'm so uptight!

It's like you're always looking for a fight!

But I have to be right to write, right?

I'm so pissed off with you!

Don't you remember I have a life, too?

I've been trying to think this situation through

But of course, my hatred for you comes back anew

I want to have at least one thing to lose,

I want to grow up and have more than booze,

But you saw me and I guess you decided to choose

To fuck with me and make me always have the blues!

I swear to God if I hear you make fun of me again,

I'm gonna be adding murder with a gun to one of my sins,

I'll be the fucking one to work harder, but you'll be the one who wins!

Because if I get down-talked by you, it ruins my hopes,

You act like I don't use Do's I only use Dont's

And you might think I'll stop rapping because of you but I won't!

Because your hate is just bleats, you sound like a fucking goat,

I body beats and make feats, you run around like you won't

Ever make fun of what I love in life,

Acting like you'll NEVER give me any strife,

But when it comes down to it,

You're just like the haters,

Fucking asshole, you'll grow up to be a chronic masturbator,

And I'll be paying for you rehab money,

I'm sorry Ben, but fucking with me is no longer funny,

I know I was expecting my life to be bumpy,

But from you I always seem to be running,

You laughed at me when I did nothing but sit on my ass,

Then you laughed at me when I was doing something, giving me sass,

If I'm doing nothing, you're fuckin' with me

If I'm doing something, you're fuckin' with me,

If I'm better than you, you're fuckin' with me,

If I'm worse than you, you're fucking with me!

If I can't win, what do you want with me?

Do I sin? Do I deserve this pain?

When I picked up a pad and a pen, wrote like I was insane,

And I was mad because of Ben, he hated me, bro you inane,

I might be bad at first, but if you look deep into my lyrics you'll find,

A thirst for more, and a lot of deep shit buried in this wicked Ill mind.