Creepy Pasta
Hot as heaven cold as hell Ugliano three four sons
Call me chuck don't give a fuck
My story made of gold not made of Bronze
I see the light I'm fighting on
I'm running out of shit to write
Caio Duilio battleship seen both worlds
I'm Heaven sent I found my voice
I let it ring my mind is free and so am I
I chant my rhymes cuz I believe war it isn't even needed
Look at me I'm even Steven got three seasons I don't bluff
Call me Shia from Lebouf need my Alan Niggas witty
Got big dreams I'm from the city not Chicago from the Ville
All about them burbs and girls what you heard its absurd
Im that nigga using verbs
Strap it up not my dad my dick big not first class
I'm just tryna pass this class and then I'll fly and tap that ass
Arizona that's my home it's meant to be I'm feeling free
When I cry I think of me and what I used to be
I broke some hearts and burnt some bridges
Hate myself so I be scheming for a future with me in it
Cuz my life is more important than I'll ever know
Just like babe ruth I wear the number three upon my chest
Cuz' I'm the best within my craft
I catch these flows like I change clothes
Im all about myself
Legends never die my life is mine and ever lasting
So I'm finna keep on blasting what is right not what's wrong
When I sing this song I think of me and what I'm tryna be
Within these lyrics are a piece of me
I wanna see just what I am the same inside out
Im just tryna figure out how the fuck
I'm coming out this shell of mine
Im a fucking ninja turtle only I don't got no squirtle
Nigga i'm a fucking god no facade
I seen it in my dreams and I believe its meant to be
I write these raps to free my brain from all of my catastrophes
Bitch I'm tryna be my savior finna let my shit shine
Call me fucking herobrine i'll see you in your dreams tonight
Creeping all up in that pasta nigga im a master of this rhyming shit
Call me creepy pasta I'm a paster from the past nah I ain't a fucking father
But I might go tell my mother maybe he's my little brother
Lil nigga always crying bout some other world shit
Think im finna spit and get a deal with me and only me
I'm my own fucking boss think I'm finna eat for free feeling like a million bucks
Fuck is up with all these checks give me bread I want my money
Coming hard just like salami nigga I don't cry for mommy
I'm my own fucking Daddy with a knack for tats think im finna stick with that
Fuck that write raps finna sound like busta rhymes with my ADHD ass
Finna run up in the club throwing dubs
With my sons finna run the fucking world