You want my life, you wanna take away what's mine
But I got my rights and I'll keep singin' 'till the Sun don't rise
It's like a game for me to watch you suffer in pain
It's my favorite thing, and I'ma do this shit 'till you're slain
You can go and ask God, even he wants you dead
I'll put your name in shame every time that my pen hits the paper
Mister, Mr. I'm the new Jonathan Davis, who tries to rap, but can't even sing
The only time he sounds good is when he's spreadin' his rumors
Fillin' up his beer gutt with the last of his Cooler's
Crap, I ain't done yet, don't you ever compare me to you
I'm the next Trent, you're that dude workin' Pro Tools at noon
And now you're chockin' 'cause your career is over for you
I fuckin' smoked you, both you
Don't you got something better to do than they tell each other who's cuter?
Mr. Cool dude, oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that your mom's a loose bitch
And her two kids can suck my dick, you know who this is!
As I walk alone.. I still sing for tomorrow
Don't you forget that when I meet you, there won't be no sorrow
These streets are cold, but this lonely road I follow
I'm not scared, 'cause I know I'm comin' home tomorrow
Hello? Dr. Drew says he don't like me
If he's got a problem with my penis, he can fight me
Motherfuckers think 'cause I'm on the radio
They can buy me and put these asshole right beside me
You think I'ma sit here lying? Fuck that
I ain't gonna let no psycho punk back in my city nine milly milly singin' with me
I got the Truth and the Spirit, you can try to hit me
There's a certain magic when I spit and only few can match it
'Cause I'm right above the ceiling, it's a normal habit
That's why these people say I kill it
Thank God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings
So when you meet me just say: How you doin'?
I don't need another crap: Wow I knew how u grew up
And you can take the other route and just say: Wow you blew up
But behind my back, you're sayin', how the fuck did he do it?
As I walk alone, I still sing for tomorrow
Don't you forget that when I meet you, there won't be no sorrow
These streets are cold, but this lonely road I follow
I'm not scared, 'cause I know I'm comin' home tomorrow
Yo, some may view me as the villain
They treat me like a felon
So music's like a weapon
My mind is like my senses
I know when they pretend shit
Acting like it's friendship?
Kiss my fucking necklace
Ask Joel he's my motherfucking witness
In every single line I spit like I'm 2pac and shit
Yeah, I'm still rocking it, still walking it
And they ask: Deuce, why you talking it?
As I walk alone, I still sing for tomorrow
Don't you forget that when I meet you, there won't be no sorrow
These streets are cold, but this lonely road I follow
I'm not scared, 'cause I know I'm comin' home tomorrow
