I've Always Respected What Wayne

They Said I Rap Like A Robot, So Call Me Rapbot.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

Though I'm Not The First King Of Controversy, I Am The Worst Thing Since Elvis Presley. To Do Black Music So Selfishly, And Use It To Get Myself Wealthy.

I Can't Tell You What It Really Is, I Can Only Tell You What It Feels Like.

I'd Go To, Like, Six Different Schools In One Year. We Were On Welfare, And My Mom Never Ever Worked.