Rappin' this off the top of my head, Makin' music 'til I'm dead, Gonna keep rappin' all day long, So don't you get me wrong, I wanna keep makin' music, Got a talent, don't wanna lose it, So, gonna bring it down to your level, Heaven is Hell and Hell is Heaven, Only in the mind of a deranged loser, Or maybe in the mind of a drug abuser, So, who do all the f*ckers think they are, Think they're cool 'cause they got a scar, All their mind is f*cked up to, 'Cause they're messin' with me and you, But they'll never win, They're gettin' in fights with anyone lookin', Just 'cause I'm never wearin' a frown, Doesn't make me an A-class clown, None of the teachers liked me at school, Just 'cause I acted cockey and cool, Nobody seemed to like me, Runnin' after girls named Hannah and Zoë, Girls on T.V. look better anyway, Gonna meet Tiffani Amber Thiessen someday, She looks so damn good on T.V. Enough about her let's talk about me, A little, young white rapper, Learnin' to rhyme faster an' faster, With blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm not Eminem don't need a disguise, It's like Mike Shinoda once said, This song is dedicated, To the people tired of the same old same, And dedicated to the people advanced in the game, But it don't matter if your not up to scratch, Or can't see past an old eye-patch, Or if you're just cold and lonely, And all of your friends are foney, You got no real friends on your block, Just let go and break out into rock, Listen to your favorite bands, Don't think about washin' dishes or pans, It doesn't matter what the f*ck you're gonna do, We're all f*cked up just like you, Talk about drugs like cocaine, Or about the f*cked up rain, Nothin' you do can take my mind off this, So stop tryin' to take the piss, Gettin' bored of writin' a rhyme, But writin' music does take time, Nothin' to take failure out on, You think that you're still a no one. tell me what you think