[Verse 1]
Fucking with me, you're 'bout to meet your maker
We'll sit down, both of us'll have a piece of paper
On my paper? I'm writin' classics
You're paper's what I wipe my ass with
My rhymes acid, you trying to pass this
Any hater trying to blast it, lie in a casket
I'm a basket case, erase the contents of this mace can
You chance plans when it comes time to face Cam
Be safe, man I'll stick a pole vault through your waist and
They'll replace your face with a fake man from wasteland
You're all trash, get rid of those things you call raps
And fall back or baseball bats to your skull cap
I maul tracks, the one-man dream team
I wake up screamin' from dreams, I'm seein' the heathens leavin' the scene
I ain't breathin', I'm bleedin', demons are seizing my life
I'd seen death around the corner but now I'm seeing the light
Am I bi-polar?
I know I'm a sick fuck, but my feelings are mixed up like rye and diet soda
I've got a fiery passion
I feel like raping your spouse when I break in your house with a Michael Myers mask on
Instead I'll put it inside of a rap song
And drink until my entire flasks gone
See now I'm happy, shit I could call it
Maybe not bi-polar, just an alcoholic
But if you call me that; fuck you, you don't know me one bit
I'll grab a knife and make you hold your stomach
Same goes for copycats
I'll chop your ass up put you inside of a coffee can
Ain't no stopping Cam, I ain't wired right
I got my pliers right beside me and I just might
Take your ear off like I was Iron Mike
Who wants to die tonight? Such a violent sight
Fucking with me, you're 'bout to meet your maker
We'll sit down, both of us'll have a piece of paper
On my paper? I'm writin' classics
You're paper's what I wipe my ass with
My rhymes acid, you trying to pass this
Any hater trying to blast it, lie in a casket
I'm a basket case, erase the contents of this mace can
You chance plans when it comes time to face Cam
Be safe, man I'll stick a pole vault through your waist and
They'll replace your face with a fake man from wasteland
You're all trash, get rid of those things you call raps
And fall back or baseball bats to your skull cap
I maul tracks, the one-man dream team
I wake up screamin' from dreams, I'm seein' the heathens leavin' the scene
I ain't breathin', I'm bleedin', demons are seizing my life
I'd seen death around the corner but now I'm seeing the light
Am I bi-polar?
I know I'm a sick fuck, but my feelings are mixed up like rye and diet soda
I've got a fiery passion
I feel like raping your spouse when I break in your house with a Michael Myers mask on
Instead I'll put it inside of a rap song
And drink until my entire flasks gone
See now I'm happy, shit I could call it
Maybe not bi-polar, just an alcoholic
But if you call me that; fuck you, you don't know me one bit
I'll grab a knife and make you hold your stomach
Same goes for copycats
I'll chop your ass up put you inside of a coffee can
Ain't no stopping Cam, I ain't wired right
I got my pliers right beside me and I just might
Take your ear off like I was Iron Mike
Who wants to die tonight? Such a violent sight
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