Ryan Rhoads

If you don't know me by know

b***h you probably f*****g should

i was the kid who would bring in drugs strapped with a mac 10

from the hood and sold em off like canned goods

that's the reason that you're children's grades wasn't doin' too good

man I'm so dope that like that s**t in your bowl

that you toke, can't take me unfiltered, guaranteed

to cough and choke, smoke you and drop ya off in a pond

with natalie woods and ricki lake and scream

"sleep with the fishes!...s**t, wait

you b*****s didn't clean the f*****g dishes!

that's only one half of the first verse

and this next half I forgot to rehearse

coz I burned some s**t that smell worse

than michelle's p***y, must be that I smoked it all

out my bong coz now my motherfucking head just fell off!

never had no problem with obama

just drama and people who ain't a problem solver

so I go to the booth to spit my truth

come back out looking fresh like let's resolve it

with a revolver to kill all of ya like im straight outta compton

I ain't trip-hop, I'm not hip-hop

I'm not acid rap, funk, jazz or rock

I'm just ryan rhoads, and I smoke pot

be prepared player I got your girl on my c**k

and lots of drugs

coz my dad beat me 

for eating bread and butter, now I don't give a f**k

my mother is a saint, my only paint

on my body, god I, musta drove her insane

she was always on me to be a better me

and now the best me sell's cd's to make her money, ya see?

make music as easily as I breathe

even if I'm stuffed up from lightin' the blunt up

to me, I feel like I owe music something

see I've been at my wits end, then the same day begin

and why the f**k would I wanna go through that s**t again?

Then I sit back, relax, w/a sack and letta record spin

hits my ears, deviate from fear, then I start to pretend

of a world w/o sin, no more bullshit " you know what it is"

and a day where no radio would dare play some s**t like wiz

latifa, oh whoops, you were rapping? i thought I heard you queef

I'm a real chieba chiefa, you don't wanna beef

like a hindu don't eat cow meat, allergic to bullshit

so when I'm around you, I get sick, and sneeze

out a track but i'm so disgusting that I make your ears bleed

and now I forgot that I was even stressed or depressed, nah mean?

and that's what the f**k music is to me