Mr. Understood

They call me Mr. Understood, cause no one understands me But when I spit rhymes, everybody buys my CD You get out of the car so slow, how was I supposed to know You keep saying stuff behind my back, then how come I got the number one Yeah, I don't like this beat, I'm going, going, seeing what I can make Ay, yeah, this beat kinda sucks as though, bbno$ type beat But I'll never hear him on this kinda song Ay, yeah, I want the nevermind do-, that is gay And that month's over Ay, yeah, it's not June Ay, yeah, hit him with a spoon Ay, yeah, what the f*ck That was a tag to mess me up Ay, yeah, that fucked me up Yeah, yeah, that messed it up Ay, I don't really care though, cause I might keep going And I might go till it's done, cause I don't really care if I mess it up anymore Ha, no, I'm not doing that again, I'm sorry Ay, yeah, I'm on my lonely Ay, this song is not gonna be good, but it's good enough on this beat Ay, I really hate this beat Ay, call me Mr. Lonely Ay, call me Mr. Understood Ay, cause no one understands me Ay, yeah, you know how I say it Ay, yeah, you know that I'm spraying Ay, yeah, you know I'm a man Ay, yeah, I'm not going on the bends again Ay, I'm going till I am betrayed again Priest type beat Ay, yeah, you get it now you see me Ay, I'm not Christian though Ay, I'm not on that shit Ay, I don't f*ck with the Bible Ay, yeah, yeah, I got a Korean Bible though My friend gave it to me Ay, yeah, you know how it be Ay, they call me Mr. Understood, cause no one understands me But when I spit rhymes, everybody buys my CD You get out of the car so slow How was I supposed to know You keep saying stuff behind my back Then how come I got the number one track I'm the OG prima donna My rhymes bite like piranha Hotter than a sauna Straight out of Lackawanna