Xpression.v2

My Inheritance (10/19/2006)

I’ve inherited titles, some are hard to believe in
Labels placed on me for some really odd reason
People fighting their demons in the strangest of fashions
And all I ever do is sit back with no action
Well, the shit stops here, there’s no more complacency
Little mother fuckers who think that they’re playing me
They’re never really able to grasp the whole picture
And how my attitude’s grounded in me like a fixture
So, twist up the mixture and let’s roll with the dice
Pick a new image and we’ll go with it, right?
This is to the fuckers who need to vent steam
Untalented kiddies with no self esteem
Sitting on the internet saying all this bullshit
Acting like they mean it yet they never really pull shit
Unable to accept the results of their actions
So, the cycle begins and the same story happens
I warn them and smack them, but I do it so politely
Then they’ll flip a lid and say something to spite me
Next comes the website that will call me a Nazi
They all sit there smiling, thinking they got me
Well, I still got my style and my rhyming bold swagger
Your words bounced right off like a rubbery dagger
You can stutter and stammer and keep with the dissing
But it won’t change the fact that you’re moaning and bitching
Acting like a kid whose milk has just spilled out
I talk nicely and calmly, but you sit there and still shout
It’s never your fault, the whole world’s there to get you
Oh, did I hit a nerve? Did my words just upset you?
Do you feel so disturbed now? Should I look for your sniper
Will Persephone join us? Can my five dollars buy her?
I’m a “chav” and a “nazi”, I’m everything that you’ve hated
But I still got my rhymes and you got….well, I’m waiting

Notes: I’m done caring why these retards hate me. At least my disses come with some style.

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