For the Kids Call Me Karizma

[Intro]
(Hi, my name's Karizma, and I'm a-)

[Verse 1]
Hi
Welcome to hell
Where if you don't sell, you lose
I'm held up by my nuts
I can't tell if I like what's
In front of my view
Up in my room
Writing this song because there's nothing to do
Either I'm dumb, or just dumber than you
Because nothing or drugs is what I'm going to choose
So I grab a bowl, pack with Lucky Charms
I'm rapping these fucking bars
Because this class is too fucking hard
I've got a migraine from my eye pain
From seeing these rappers make a hit
Sorry, dog, it smells like it sounds
Take-take-take a shit
Days of sitting in Lay-Z Boys
I thought I could be a rapper, so
Basically, I just made a choice
Bought some beats and I had a flow
Talk is cheap, so I'm glad I'm broke
?, so I'm off the grid
Not to seem like I have to blow
Because obviously I'm an awesome (dick)
So I can't win
My cards are all shitty
I think I'm all in
Who's coming with me?
I want to start dissing again
Maybe these fags will start listening, then
Maybe if I wasn't ditching my friends
To write these songs about how I'm missing them
I wouldn't be here
Look at these tears
Rolling down my cheekbones
Holy cow, my people
Show me to how to be dope
Without sucking a bong
Nothing is wrong, with getting high
But I'm high as a fucking alarm
When you reach in the morning, there's nothing, it gone
Are you bumping this song?
Hopefully yes
Hopefully I don't go down in the list
Of doubters who doubted me back in the time
Where if you weren't black, you were dumb if you rhymed
It's sad to say this
But I'm really glad you hated
Because after graduation
I'll never see your ass or faces again