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Ayo everyone has a story let me tell you mine Let's go back to 02 July 26 that's the day that Jay was born new my life wasn't shit I was an innocent kid playing with sticks and sucking tits I got a mom and a dad shit even a sis My life wasn't crazy when I was raised as a baby My parents never thought i'd change to be so shady and angry It's not the way that they raised me it's how I saw the earth rotating When I was a little boy getting bullied on how I say things because of my stutter Even my skin color was another reason that these bullies always took my fucking Nutter butter Come on guys give it back Shut up bitch before we kick your ass in a stall and make you piss your pants So every day I walk home from school all pissed and sad It made it worse when I heard my parents just flip and spaz I never knew this could happen but shit just hits the fan Seeing my mom and dad bruised up with the prints of hands Besides that I got a loving family Actually why don't you come inside and have a seat Welcome into our house In the middle of the street Our house In the middle of the street Our house In the middle of the street Our house In the middle of the street Yo yo yo I didn't grow up in the hood My parents had some money but in reality my mentality was shook I never looked at books I only drew so I can escape in a fantasy using a pencil and a book The only difference now the lead is sharper Don't believe me? Good I'll stab you with the wood like I did to this kid in grade school Mom thought she made an angel I'm unstable and shameful Like Chucky I'm so playful Hand me the knife and staples My mind is painful That's why I can write and rhyme page fulls of shit I see throughout the life I live for that I'm grateful At the same time I'm hateful Because it wasn't fair to be scared to be myself Cause no one didn't care to see carefully how I felt They just stared and glared at me carelessly Now I don't give a f*ck who's aware of me As long as I got the pen and pad y'all wouldn't dare to speak If you open your mouth you'll be underground like a pair of cleats Cause I've been treated like dirt That's why I'm leaving this earth I hate it I don't want to be in it I'm seeking the hearse After I make my enemies pay like a lease on the first But I don't want the green I'd rather eat your feet for dessert And have your family killed Like Amityville Insanity's filled inside my crown like a cavity fill But I got no brain like Cobain F*ck the shotty Hang me by my toes and bang my skull with prope tanks I'll drink the blood and shove a shovel up your hole skank I'll cut your ankles and leave you to rot until your bones stank Ho this is Our house In the middle of the street Our house In the middle of the street Our house In the middle of the street Our house In the middle of the street For most of my life I was never the social type I was the local guy that everybody disliked Maybe because I was shy Or the fact that I'm white Whore people always told me to die So I just cried more My mind's sore What if I try to hide Maybe that can help me get rid of these demons inside Or I should get a knife and slice my thighs until my life's torn Better yet I'll f*ck these faggots on sight like guy porn Cause I've been taking all of it in since my child form Now I'm grown I can hold my own and fold my foes like a pile of clothes I'm cold a stone I'll choke your throat with rope and have you hopeless ho So hope you don't get chose to float if so I'll poke a hole in both your soul and dome with flows I wrote Because I'm an assassinator When the pen and the paper's inside my hand I'm a raper I'm not a barber but I uppercut you like a taper And fade you with laser razor blades to make you ache with major pain The lead from my pencil is special It can make the page inflate and take off like a paper plane What I'm saying is it goes over your head No wonder y'all say that Jay is lame Ya'll wouldn't catch these bars if an inmate threw you a fade to your face I'll never change for the fame I'll still be a dick spitting these wicked rhymes that are sick My mind's the illest When I grip this instrument I'm a kill it Don't give a f*ck if you like me I've been dealing with this since an infant in our house Yo yo In the middle of the street our house I'll give your fucking body In the middle of the street In front of our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house In the middle of the street our house