[Verse 1: Oddsox]

So let me take you back, how it happened

How I first really got into rapping

Back then I was never cool, never was in fashion, I was laughed at still was my passion

Still is but it happened like this

One day I was at work bored as shit

In a job I never wanted, but for some fucking reason I got it

God I was going psychotic, sick get me some antibiotics

Sick in the head almost lost it why

Instead of working hard I would just write rhymes

I would always fuck around, I would do it all the time

Every single day thinking thats the reason I was hired

I would never do my job why wasn't I fired

But I stucked at it worked hard

Suddenly I started writing sick bars

Bedroom antics never cum last

In a game I wanna be in now my mates they can never laugh

At my craft, love it doing anything to make it last

In this rap game there is nothing but tryha rds

Webcam videos and me theirs a hard line

Difference if you check my songs you will find why

Girls all wanna fuck me and guys all wanna be me

When they finally go and listen like a smack round , EASY

[Verse 2: Oddsox]

Shit, they couldn't care less

Doesn't really matter, not hip hop heads

At my school at my mates, I am gonna make a change

And find someone who will go and love my shit

Got out the keyboard typed on the keys

And I'm adding any rapper with a buzz I can see

Like hey MC, fan of he, liked your music way back wee

When did I ever? Lie through my teeth

It's a feat, it's fake I swear you're pretty fucking good mate

Demo tape what? I didn't send that

Must of accidentally left that attached

But it's there yo so you might aswell check that

Also wanna feature I'm totally down with that

I can rap pretty well as you can tell

As for your gig well that can be my show

Just need a hand out swear that I'll pay it back

Help so it can fall in my lap

'Cause I don't wanna work hard at my craft fuck that

I'll be fucking awesome who can't rap?

It's pretty fucking easy say a couple words

Absurd unheard, fucking I don't know, bird?

Waiting for my break now, take another break how

Once I get this popping shit I'ma need my breaks wow

Been around break it down, get my shit and play it loud

Everything I ever wanted, I'ma get it now

Easy Limit is sky

Just want this rapper to reply

[Verse 3: Clue]

Man fuck it, this ain’t what I need

Wanna be the guy to help you out but we need to sort this now

'Cause see, I’ve been pretty busy focused on my own

So I’ll probably never watch your fucking Facebook video

Hit me, “yo, wanna do a collab?

Bro man, please? I could really use a follow back?

Followed your music from the start

That's a fun fact

I know I’ve just done a couple bars

Could you share my first track?"

Nah, look I’m just being honest

I’ve been spending every day, tryna keep it polished

I’ve been putting all my nights in the finished product

While you’re typing out a verse in the Youtube comments

I don’t wanna disrespect, dude I feel your hustle

And don’t wanna burst your bubble 'cause I know the struggle

But how you gonna win them back to back, with fat stacks

When you raps all whack, like the cat in the hat

I’m mad! 'Cause every lad, with a pen and a pad

Tryna make some maniacal magic, while not actually rapping

Still these idiots clapping and these dudes filling

Up my news feed with their fucking mouths flapping!

Still I catch them, think they’re going spastic

Bout to throw my mac, and take out the hatchet

Overlook hotel, watch the building collapsing

Fuck this, I’m about to take action