GOMF

Please give me my space
That's something I need
Get out of my face
I ain't worried 'bout you
Why you worried 'bout me
Get out of my
Something to behold 'cause I'm never beholden
To these ideals you upholdin'
Some say I'm chosen
The other half say eccentric
But fuck a census or consensus
Yo I gotta vent bitch
I'm a passionate man
And I need a fucking plaque in my hand with advance
But the people that pack in the stands won't clap for the man
Where is my round of applause for these stanzas
In other news petty dudes got problems with the views that I choose
Saying fuck you
I can feel the tension in the air
You will never compare
Get the fuck out my face
Please give me my space
That's something I need
Get out of my face
I ain't worried 'bout you
Why you worried 'bout me
Get out of my face
Get out of my face my guy
Get out of my face or die
Get out of my face
Get the fuck out my face
Get the fuck out my face
'Cause my blood type O and I'm royalty
You fucked up royally
I'm King Arthur III
To make a martyr the departure is first
You better disperse
If that is your chief in command
Then you headed for hearse
You should've vetted him first
The veteran's curse boy we lack euphoria
That's the right of passage that we have as a warrior
Went to the slums of Astoria imploring ya
Do not visit if you not tough
Your Tupac gimmick has got holes in it
The dude not finished
What I been through
I deserve two hot bitches
In a hot tub
Get the fuck out my face bitch