maths song

I do mathematics in bad traffic

calculatin drivebyes on drug addicts

I make rhymes like a bad habit

I'm a mad man thats always hadit

Let you think you could grabbit

Like a white rabbit I lead you

Down my Rabbit Hole

to a cold world you don't know

I'm still intangeable so let go

your too slow to know where to go

If you throw down i'll go round for round

fightin bare knuckled pound for pound

till you scream out loud in the 25th round

And then i'll still be fightin

rhymin words that i'm writin still dislikin

your dislike for my whiteskin

I'm tryin to fit in but i don't

cus I'm just a big dumb fool

from mathematical maths school

who works out cool

with the other maths tools

who defines stoopid rules

to hide that they loose

-loosers mental abusers

all snoozers no sooner

have they open there mouths am i sleepin

dreamin of numbers

cucumbers

burnt umber and

lumber

even dumber in my slumber

I sleep under tables and chairs

hinding under stairs avoid stares

and glaring snares doin my homework

thats too hard so i discard it

play cards like i'm not smart

perfected the game to a fine art

Cus pokers my home where i live all alone

you can't reach me there there's no phone

But i'll sit on my throne

write the occasional poem

Till My cover is blown

Stolen

Prepare-

to be blinded by the glare

from outta no where

I you not stare

now your caught up in my snare

standin central to the back

rhymin on this track

so where the fuck you at

too whacked to come back

so you hide out like that

so get your sunblock

you gettin one shot

i'm everything your not

but until you disolve

i'll evolve and revolve

from everything you got

my revolver is still hot

your too cold

while i'm still young your too old

to get here you wont believe what i sold

i won't be told

i'm physically trained

to be insane in the brain

i feel no pain just hate and distain

indestructable superman without a lois lane

speedin bullets- flyin planes

It stays the same still changin

wars ragin

across the planet in this life

that we be stagin

so until the next time

i'll leave you with a rhyme

that'll hoold my own design

and you won't forget its mine

SO SHUT the Fuck up-

youre not sure what to say

and Get the Fuck out

you don't know what shit is about

DISTURBED

Hey Micko remember me?

i'm the little kid you beat up back in 83

i was nine years old

but you couldn't be told

pickin on the weak

well was it worth it?

to tear up my shirt

and make me eat dirt

did i deserve it?

take this bitch now you've earned it

a beatin from me its your turn

sept this time i got a gun

wonder if it'll be as much fun

to watch you cry and then hide

and then try to run

i'm gonna chase you micko

cus i know you don't know

the pain that you caused me long ago

no to long though

i haven't forgotton

this hatred burns inside

and i think its gon rotten

i'm gonna untie you soon

but not yet i'm not done

i'm gonna go get your family now

and continue our fun

do you think they'll be upset?

its somethin i won't regret

given littl mick somethin that he won't forget

he must be nine by now

do you beat him to?

waitin in the playground straight after school?

he looks like you too

same fucking anger and need to be cruel

i know its his birthday

thats why i chose today to be hurt day

i've watched you everyday

for five years

does that make you scared?

are those tears?

don't cry your wife might find out that your queer

does she know about your lacey underwear

that you wear lipstick and listen to cher

"if i could turn back time

i'd beat you every day

and be the one to hurt you

and make you pay"

So this is what revenge feels like

it sure does feel nice

to put wrong a right

thats followed you for most of your life

well with that let me introduce your kid and wife

and brandy my trusty blood stain'd knife

shut up micko stop screamin

I sed they were dead

what i didn't? well my memories bad

must of been been hit once or twice back when i was a lad

well don't worry i'll let you go

sept you'll be leavin with me and this suicide note

thats right were gonna die

gonna say our goodbyes

forget all our troubles and our worries

...stop screamin its over...

my turn