Dope as fuck

One year ago, I was in this park all alone

headphones on listened to rap my brain got blown

they talk for my soul and so i got this addiction to rhyme

started to write every thought i have and mix it in lines

no one could ever imagine what is going on in my head

the greed for perfection, and the need for money instead

i get correction from this magazin i'm going mad

bitches don't fit on my perfect lip

so i got signed at a lable pro membership

they ask me why I rap and why am i here

i said eminem, dre and a six pack of beer

 

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Seven years ago, I was at home all alone

beaten from my father, my mum's under a stone

i didn't know where to go, cause i feared that my dad haunts me at dawn

he keeps saying I'm an abomination; where did i go wrong

when i'm gone maybe i will reach something with my songs

i started to workout and punched him in the face

broke his jaw and broke the law

now i am a disgrace no one wants to fuck with the violent boy

till i gave my retirement to jail but want to reemploy

I speak to get known in the world

most of it is fictional I still got a girl

and a whirling tire and the ability to set the whole world on fire