You ain't got it!
You are worthless!
You should consider laughing at yourself dude!
He's a loser!
I already said it once you moron!
What you gonna do, hit me?
Have you ever been hated on or been laughed at?
People keep looking low at you, hating you...
Then it seems like there's no meaning to your life, you just wanna die...
Here, lemme explain it in a better way...
Imagine that you're somebody who's treated too roughly,
When you try to speak you're interrupted abruptly;
People try to look busy so that they won't have to see you,
If you get buried alive, still no one's coming to free you;
For having faced all that stick a baseball bat in their sternum,
And make 'em pay for that, lock 'em in your closet and burn 'em,
But you don't do it, you save it for attacking 'em mentally,
Use a pen and a pad to be stabbing them gently;
Revenge is what you need and now you have its solution,
Now that the venom in your words is giving 'em acid ablutions;
You hurt 'em like they hurt you and it's none of your fault,
It's just another body murdered in this verbal assault;
You're the million dollar baby; they ain't half your worth,
Re-born with a couple of fangs and venomous afterbirth,
Biting holes in the throats of those who treated you wrong,
But first you show 'em what you're made of and you sing 'em a song...
Fine with me you can keep on hating me...
Call me mean, it don't mean anything to me...
But you don't see that you're fanning the flame in me...
Now you'll burn in this fire you've lit in me...
Fine with me you can keep on hating me...
Call me mean, it don't mean anything to me...
But you don't see that you're fanning the flame in me...
Now you'll burn in this fire you've lit in me...
Each time you're neglected, you see that flame burning brighter,
Leaving smoke in your diary in form of offensive write-ups;
Before you go to sleep, you cry to heavens above you,
'Cause with no money you're hated but when you're with it they love you;
If you're weak you get bullied and get beat up at school,
Just 'cause a stupid kid thinks all that shit is cool;
And you have no right to love because you're a little ugly,
And you're sick of being looked on as a "Shabby Little Duckling";
No matter when I sleep, it's the same dream I keep having
I see my image in the mirror... Then I see someone stab it;
I'll tell you what follows... And it's scary like hell
I see me sleeping in a coffin but I'm hearing my knell;
That's when I... Wake at mid-night, I shake up the fright,
Pick up the Mic in my left hand and a blade in the right,
And it's like do it or die; I grab the pad on my shelf,
Then stand in front of the mirror and I sing to myself...
Fine with me you can keep on hating me...
Call me mean, it don't mean anything to me...
But you don't see that you're fanning the flame in me...
Now you'll burn in this fire you've lit in me...
Fine with me you can keep on hating me...
Call me mean, it don't mean anything to me...
But you don't see that you're fanning the flame in me...
Now you'll burn in this fire you've lit in me...
Naa! Not as a sword but use your pen as a pistol,
Yeah! Let it burn, there's a flame in your chest too!
Why not burn it? Why not let it burn if it lets you
Be an eagle at the top and stalk the people that hate you?
Frown at those haters! Peck their brain when you strike,
Like I settle scores with every verse I sing on the Mic;
'Cause I can't live another second with this taste of defeat,
Or be haunted by hundred voices when I lay down to sleep;
Or think of that ugly day when some Judas betrayed me
And the one who coaxed my girl and made her say that she hates me;
Think I'm calling them sour just 'cause the grapes are too high?
It sucks; I've pulled my socks this fox is learning to fly!
From all the kids on the block, wishing to be bold and rich
I'll be the next underdog to be holdin' the Golden Snitch;
'Cause I don't manage my anger, I keep it trapped in its place,
And sing this song to my haters and mean a slap in their face!
Fine with me you can keep on hating me...
Call me mean, it don't mean anything to me...
But you don't see that you're fanning the flame in me...
Now you'll burn in this fire you've lit in me...
Fine with me you can keep on hating me...
Call me mean, it don't mean anything to me...
I can't sleep 'cause my dreams keep scaring me...
Will you teach me the sweet dream recipe?
