fuck this place i need to get out
the stuggle isnt worth the shit i have to go through
hold up another phone call ,build up to much to take
muthafucker stop calling , i do know where you live
i'm gonna feed into this anger i hope you ready
gonna show up at your house 5 guys behind me
ready with bats in hand
you think you so funny shit heads , now what
i dare you to say it again, ,
came to my house , same faces same everything
chased you fuckers half way down the street
a little bit crazy i am but thats what makes me so hated
i feed of the hate , it makes me the person who sits here
writin does it look like i care if this shit dont rhyme?
nope its all in the delivery ,
given to me is the spirit of those who couldnt complete it
all piled up , i can feel it surge through my body
if you aint feelin this , go fuck yourself , cuz your words mean shit
my negativity leads to my creativity ,
why does everyone stay on my back?
what up wit everyone sizin me up like they got somthing to prove?
i proved myself a while back and you standin smirk'n shit fuck you
you stupid shit i hope you fucking roll over and die

peace out yo bad day in the life of a rich boy