Here is the finnished version of my rhyme hope it hits u hard.

this is sum shit i wanna get of my chest/
now i may not b the best/
but im labeled wired cuz i dont like rock/
really i dont giv a fuck/
c cuz every where i look some mudda fuckin goth/
stair @ me thinking im rong as thou everyone is off/
like a mouldy fish in a fridge fulla cheese/
but shit this dont change me cuz im still cuz i know about the birds & the bees/
gothic style not me busted ova abuse wen its them & not me/
cuz wot eva i say the pigs will lay down the 3/

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all the biolgical weapons cant hurt me/
cuz im labeled wierd/
i have no feelings & the music dont matter/
cuz im labeled wierd/

im lyrically contanied/
still no 1 likes me cuz im wearin my chain/
still im hatin so wotcha sayin/
but still im labeled wired & still dont obayin/
the millions of alternative music fans/
label me & us as wired but it hurts so i jus sit there & no ran/
i sit there take it all in, & all i can do is hope that the music get put in a bin/
& hope all u metal heads who read this think im a sin/

{chours}
all ur interogation dont intimitade me/
cuz im labeled wierd/
all the bully dont hurt me/
cuz im me/

I hope one day that everyone turns the blind eye/
then i can kik ur ass & u can go 2 hell n die/
the money thats gonna b put on my head/
but yet im astill not dead, u face turnin red/
wot up 2 all those whos had my bac/
but still i jus wanna pull out my mack/
on my face i smile but deep down my soul burns/
dont nun of u bitches eva learn/
that there is pain in this game/
but @ the end we are all the same/

{chours}
doesnt everyone c, wot uve dun to me/
but that shit dont matter im labeled wired/
my rhymes speak my thourghts/
but my thourghts are silent/