I hope I get nuthin but uppins on this thing,
cuz "Hooligan X" is supposed to be my legacy......



yo,yo,check it, yo
Im like a devil on this mic/
oh wait I cant afford a mic, so let me start over again/
Im like a devil on this pen, Fuck 12cent/
today its Hooligan X/
cuz Im a bring it straight like a gun to ur chest/
dont put me to the test, cuz I cause cardiac arrest/
except when it comes to battles, they kick my ass/
cuz I diss myself 'fore they even have a chance/
Im apt to rip rap, I rap whack crap, I lack the facts/
to smack this rap outta Iraq, cut and lace'n the track/
as a matter of fact/
I always think people are talkin 'bout me/
cuz Im more paranoid then schizos on weed/
bein chased by the CIA and alien beings/
nuthins as it seems, u'll see what I mean/
I write nuthin like my pencil is hollow/
my words are more shallow/
then that Tri** that had my cock in her mouth/ so ditzy/
she goes to the swapmeet to get the Priceclub version of me/
that line wont mean anything unless ur me/
and u aint, so forget it anyway/
with this slight of hand I can twist my fate/
I can write this rap, I can waste my day/
days wasted to date is to many to hate/
rappin' in a frantic, manic, paniced mind sorta state/
if I died today, Id only have one thing left to say:/
"Fuck the world, Fuck everything I see/
fuck these girls that dismiss me, fuck these things/
fuck everything, fuck these gangstas that rock these guns/
cuz I know the muthafuckin' recoil will break their muthafuckin arm/
fuck Bush, fuck Stone Phillips and fuck Saddam/
fuck the Curds fuckin turds, and fuck the Turks/
fuck France, fuck MSNBC, fuck the U.N."/
fuck this war cuz its got me puke'n/
cuz we nuke'n, for no real reason/
I hope this shit blows me up real quick/
Id rather die and be dead then to see this bullshit/
but dont get me wrong, Im all for this war/
its about time we took out this lil bast-ard/
(bitchy voice) "Well how can u go against urself like that
I dont understand", well bitch just listen/
my mission is to break predictions of my complicated compisitions/
cuz Im full of constant contradiction/
Hooligan X stands for Hooligan unknown/
cuz no one knows me and those that know me ignore me/
the world can blow me, Im quittin life/
"Who the fuck wants to join me?"/
Ive been to hell and back and I dont wanna go back to/
"Hooligan's Inferno", cuz my soul's burned for over an eternity/
I wanna learn to be, the illest emcee in the world/
but how can I be, if I cant even get me, a girl/
to kiss my lips, let alone kiss me dick/
Its ridiculous, how many bitches want Sir Nickolas/ (my real name)
they just admittin this/
Im more inconsistent then these bitches decisions/
that got me slittin' my wrists'n, cuz we aint fuckin or kissin/
gossipin' bitches fo shizzel got me wizzel fo kizzel, plizzel tizzel/
my dizzick, *izzerrizzerat!* (record scratch)/
my moods changing like Im menstrating/
my passion is fading cuz life is so fuckin frustrating/
and Im debating bout trading life for death/
its like a spider web/ everywhere I turn Im trapped/
Im mad, I hate crap and I hate this rap, Im so sad/
just wanna pull this pen, pull this trigger/
its my time suicide thru words *erer* (scratch)/
I hate lil bitches starin' me down/
my dick's out muthafucka stare at me now!/
I cant tell a gay joke without a homophobe/
threatenin' to beat me up, eat me up!/
like Im scrared of u, fuckin' cheap ass punk/
"Oh no, faggot!", u midget, u fuckin' Hoto Baggins/
thats like my only punchline, man fuck a punchline/
my whole rhyme's a punchline/
get it? I aint nuthin but a joke/
due to these crappy paniced notes/
people think Im all fun like my happy anecdotes/
well the devil's in the details, loc/
Im the kinda guy that would rather rhyme to an acoustic guitar/
then to a fake ass beat, rappin bout blingbling and dubs on a car/
Rap and the world are in pandemonium/
rappers and girls are faker then Cubic Zarconium/
molden 'em to be sumthin they aint/
they rap for the pay, they dont rap 'bout the game/
u asinine muthafuckas dont believe me?/
u ignorant muthafuckas dont feel me?/
heres a spoon, u stupid muthabitches can eat me!/
Hooligan X stands for Hooligan Me/
dont u dare say this rhyme doesnt have a theme/
cuz the theme is me unleashing these things otta me/
my heart and soul turned words/
for better or worse/
this came outta me harder then mass effects of sound effects/
fuck 12cent, cuz I am now officially Hooligan X/




12cent...........C.Static.......520.........peace