What I Am - Denace

I’m like a mixture between light and sound

And everything around it, I’m astounded

How I keep it grounded when I’m so high in the air like I don’t care

Bitch I’ma nightmare, I ignite fear into kids with my right eye stare

Kinda weird how I got here like I applied here

And I got a job and I don't know how to leave it Man I'm stuck in the middle of this little shit hole, it's like sit go A lot of gas but I don't have no vehicle, can I get a

miracle?

Shit no Why God, do you not like my iPod and what’s in it?

A little bit of butts in it, some dick covered in nuts in it

A little cuss and you don’t fucks wit it?

Excuse me French, execute me plans

So precisely, it’s priceless, I move intense

I usin' sense because I spit that skunk shit that stuff

That smells like booty funk or maybe a goochy cunt

That hasn’t been douched in a few measly months

The monster within me needs its lunch

So please leave quickly before the beast go nuts

And I just don’t know why I am the way I am

I just don’t understand, ba da da da da And if you got a problem with who I am What I am, what I do then you can fuck off

I’m calling out all emcee’s, line you up In a rope, tie you up, stare at you sideways, size you up Ak’s, Revolvers *gun shots*, dying sucks

If this is boot camp rap, sign me up What you mean damn Denace, you wanna whine me up?

Subliminal messages coming from a criminal masochist

You must of forgot a couple of pills under your mother’s mattresses

You’re under attack with this, individuals crash with this

Little flow that I mastered it’s, slippery in-fact it’s just a little bit of juice from the pussy, pussy

That I’ve eaten up and spit out afterwards

I forgot half the words so I crap half a verse

You’re so funny with your jokes, my damn bladder hurts

Hahhahahahahaaa

I’ma bout to piss my pants and shit on you afterwards

Kids are gonna hate me after this

If they know I’m taking jabs at Mr. bitch

And I just don’t know why I am the way I am

I just don’t understand, ba da da da da And if you got a problem with who I am What I am, what I do then you can fuck off

They told me I wouldn’t make a cent

And I should vacate this rap game before I break a sweat

Cause I’ma fake and I stay depressed

I deserve nothing but plain respect

They wanna see me dead from a blazing tec

Amazing that so many people hate me and call me a Shady clone taking baby steps

I maybe need to fake my death but maybe I’m just lazy yet

Maybe you should focus on your own life and start hating less

Accept the fact that I’m here and I aced this test

I’m a true emcee that don’t give a fuck if you gave your best

I’d still be here blazing mics till the day I rest

So take a seat cry babies and take these hits

Yeah, how many can write a song and make these hits?

Not many so kiss my ass and take this dick, bitch!

And I just don’t know why I am the way I am

I just don’t understand, ba da da da da And if you got a problem with who I am What I am, what I do then you can fuck off

And I just don’t know why I am the way I am

I just don’t understand, ba da da da da And if you got a problem with who I am What I am, what I do then you can fuck off