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My middle finger


My middle finger... O shit, look out theirs dirdie. Birdie. Just wait I bet he's gonna say something nerdy. Nerdy. (Speak) attention please, has anyone seen my middle finger, its sitting right hear it's starting to linger (speak) I always wanted to be a laugh, to make people see that their sad, I guess I'm a voice from the past, I'm a blast. Everyone I meet says that I'm funny, maybe cause I have no money. (Speak) OMG your so annoying Maybe cause it's you I'm boneing. So take this middle finger and shove it up your ass. it's a voice you hear me coming from the past, I'm having a blast. I always knew I had something to say and now it's my turn to make you all pay. Allot of people don't think I can do it, then why are you people reading my music, I knew it. I'm not sorry some people need to hear it, this is my music it's time to blare this shit. I heard a song the other day that had 3 words in it, and now it sells a million times, can people really be this simple, just pop it like a fucking pimple. it doesn't even have a rhyme. that's skample!!! (Speak) OMG did you hear what he said this mikkel kid is so annoying maybe that's cause it's you im phoning. I know you don't like some of the things I say, Im just looking for my next payday. I'm sorry your the one who stepped out of the blue, now it's my turn to hit you. You should close your mouth when you eat your shit, cause none of you want to hear what's legit. You can go ahead and talk you trash. one day it's gonna be me, you'll see, a blast from the past. (Speak) attention please has anyone seen my middle finger, it's sitting right here it's starting to linger. Allot of people think that I'm crazy, you didn't have to deal with this shit it gets hazy. Growing up I always took the abuse, now it's my turn to show you my issues. I don't give a shit what you think, I guess that's why you started to sink, on no your turning pink. (Speak) OMG what's he saying, is he talking about me I watched allot of people say their better than me, I guess now their starting to see. When I wave my middle finger, I'll leave it linger. It's just me mother fucker finger, it's a stinger. (speak) OMG this kid is so rude Nah, it's you who has changed my mood. Your the ones who always thought you were better than me, it's the ones who have it rough that sends you to the shredder. keep reading this shit, it gets better. Your just a nightmare who's had everything easy, take it as it is, your just sleezy. now it's my turn to make it look breezy. I didn't know I could rap this way, I guess I really have alot to say. (Speak) OMG he never shuts up That's cause I live alone inside a nightmare, one you can't even compare. How dare you say you know me, bitch! this shit is getting annoying. You have never had to fight for family, it's not easy, I tried to make it look breezy. (Speak) OMG did he just say something crazy (speak) Yeah you know it, it's me who will be the one to show it. As I'm sitting here in my nightmare, chain smoking never choken. It's not my fault you people made me this way, by the way it's fucking pay day. (Speak) attention please has anyone seen my middle finger, it's sitting right here it's starting to linger. I don't just write this shit for attention, this is really where I break the tension. I never knew my feelings would rhyme, it only took time to release me from this crime. I just say what I have to cause it makes me feel alive and now it's do or die. I'm 30 years old I'm wasting away, waiting for Uncle Sams next pay day. The government has done nothing for me, except try to fuck me. I listen to a million different people's reason, this shits hard, it's fucking off season. It's not my fault I'm tired of it, I watch everyone else throw their fit. My time to stop hiding in the closet and show it, I got nothing to lose, I'll prove it. To you, to them. to anyone willing to be my fan, my names not Uncle sam. No I'm not doing this to dis you, I'm doing this shit cause u miss you. (Speak) attention please has anyone seen my middle finger, it's sitting right here it's starting to linger.
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