I鈥檓ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I鈥檓 tearing down your balcony
No if ands or buts don鈥檛 try to ask him why or how can he
From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he鈥檚 still shit and
Whether he鈥檚 on salary, paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shit鈥檚 his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He鈥檚 married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the earth he鈥檚 got the urge
To pull his dick from the dirt and fuck the universe
I鈥檓 not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We鈥檒l walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather
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