My Life

[Intro]
Yeah, I like to welcome you to the new era of Grewsum
7th Seal Entertaiment, let's show em how we do baby

[Verse 1]
Syllables burnin' in my mouth like listerine
I need to cleanse my soul with Mr. Clean
Sickest fiend, vicious thing
Thinking too much when I'm sippin' liquor, scheme
Plot and knot impossible thoughts
Of toppin' this obsticle properly droppin' rock
And you’re outta your socks
Oh my God man, now that's a raw plan
I ain't coolin' down I'm keepin' it hot fam
Feelin' stressed, lettin' it double within
Lettin' my honesty get me in trouble again
Cause Prozak is nothing more than strange baggage
Fuckin’ up a whole label that came savage
Till they went and signed a no talent aerobic
The only threat that he compose is as a terrorist
Nobody cares cause you're speakin' out your anal
You made it famous dog, being the weakest on your label
You fag

[Hook x2]
This is my life, this is my home
This is my mic, so this is my throne
This is my mind, so this is my choice
So I'mma do it until you're sick of my voice

[Verse 2]
I'm not a shit talker, I'm just sayin' what needs to be said
So I can get it up in your head
I won't apologize, if I said it it's what I meant
Lit fuse with a tank of oil, lit it up in my head
Yeah I spit vivid and I live wicked
I look at it like it's my world, you live in it
You gone of off that liquor well let me piss in it
You made a whole fucking career off a bitch gimmick
Now people lookin' at me like I'm the savior
Like it's up to me to make this pop major
Been sending out demos and it's obnoxious
Now I'm sending these labels Unabomber boxes
They want no gruesome shit, no dark raps
No white boy from where the corn stalks at
So I can really be the illest rapper livin'
And still be doin' nothing but sittin' and hop gettin'
Motherfucker

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Visions spinnin' like a twister I'm livin' in the storm
C-Mob said it right cause we children of the corn
Flippin' out this evening Stephan King status
I ain’t gon' lie to you, you people need practice
I ain’t bumpin' gums I just thought I let you know
That 3rd Degree's my boy and that dude's about to blow
You probably think I'm faking, but keep that on the low
Cause when it happens I'll be chillin' and sayin "I told you so"
Plus Lo Key is fire, I'm sayin' that he's sick
Just because you're not don't be hatin' on the kid
But let em keep talkin', cause the shit amusing
And word of mouth is way better than distribution
Welcome to my life, welcome to my home
Welcome to my fight and my struggle and my zone
That I live in, mind trippin', rhyme flippin', I’m sick and
I’m pissin' rivers on guys bitchin' so pay attention

[Hook x2]