Moracular World Lyrics

First time I came up I fucking went mad

Bought a bunch of shit that I thought I had to have

An irresponsible asshole, listen to dad, nope

Didn't think it was bad so I did it, an arrogant derelict

And didn't know cause I was onto better clothes

Then it went to more dough, then it went to better hoes

Then it went to bigger shows, waiting to achieve those still

Just kept telling myself that I will

But now, I've realized I had a problem back then

Waiting for lights, cameras, zeros, action

Rhymes written on paper with zero passion

All I really need is numbers, couple zeros after them

Like damn, fuck friends, that's it

Give me a chain and a car, bitch I'm tryna get rich

And he's tearing tracks up, so they call me Jack Rip

And you think you know Jack, but you don't know jack shit

Cause I'd rather it be stick up than stand down

I ain't tryna go from hands up to hand outs

Funny how I went from stand up to stand out

Cause everything I was made me what I am now

Third grade was fucked up, but fourth grade I lucked up

Found out that all the fat black girls were dumb sluts

Fifth grade was even worse, found my teacher had a purse

Stole her birth control and then she had her second and her first

Sixth grade came around, I was a punk on playing grounds

Until I threw a brick at Rick that cracked his skull and laid him out

So by the seventh grade I thought that I was hard as shit

Ran up on the little bus, punched all the retarded kids

Granny got mad because my teacher went and called the bitch

She threw away my 64 and broke all of the cartridges

Fucking cunt, now I can't do shit but watch the partridges

And shoot at unsuspecting dogs to fix my sloppy marksmanship

And don't be expecting me to get all your dirty laundry did

I'll finish that the second that you tell me who my father is

Grandma, what you doing with that fucking hockey stick

Why you running towards me with that devil grin? Stop it, bitch

Cause I'd rather it be stick up than stand down

I ain't tryna go from hands up to hand outs

Funny how I went from stand up to stand out

Cause everything I was made me what I am now

It was me against the world, eyes wide shut

Me, my nigga Vince, and five white sluts

(With a Klondike bar that we all might munch

At the blonde dyke bar with a slut named Chuck)

And she don't give a fuck, that's my demeanor

If I'm ever posted with a lame, there's a Glock between us

(Or at his grandmother's house with my cock between her

Or mouth filled with homemade carpet cleaner)

Or call me roto rooter or better call the Doc

And the neighbors, they heard screaming, they 'bout to call the cops

(And now I have to stop, pull out the Johnny Rocket

Dashing down the block tryna figure where the fuck my socks went)

Dunk behind the dumpster thinking they'll never find me

'til I realized, that's same place I put the body

(Fuck that, snatch an old paraplegic's bus pass

I'll trim my mustache and blame it on my neighbor's drunk ass)

Then they took me into custody, thinking I'm gonna snitch

Like I ain't fucked that ho (and I ain't touch that bitch)

But I seen my nigga Slick, that nigga was on his way out

He's got enough guns to engineer a breakout

Cause I'd rather it be stick up than stand down

I ain't tryna go from hands up to hand outs

Funny how I went from stand up to stand out

Cause everything I was made me what I am now