Chapter - Plans

*Bitch I'm the man*

Ok, so, I am not average
I'm far from the normal
They don't call me standard
I came through a portal
This world is so alien to me
Predator ET just want to phone home
But I don't get reception I see
Mama get worried when I'm this far from home
But I tell her I'm golden fall asleep in the seat
On the plane and then dream of younger me
Wanting to fly off in my cape and mask
Gonna save the world just like that
Silly little boy it don't work like that now
Boy turn man with a grown up mask
I don't fit in with the bulk of the crowd
But I keep a few muscle around ya dig
I don't fit in with the prim and the proper
Rough on the edges I could use polish
I'm a nerd in cool clothing that's it
I am probably not all the things you expect
I just had a dream and now I'm living it
I didn't say shit instead I worked on it instead
I don't buy the illusion you look so fake
Hell bent on proving that I am the greatest
I don't give a fuck I just do my own thing
And I'm sorry to say that it's true I'm a hater

It is what it is I don't really fit in
*Well damn this wasn't according to plan
That's just who I am
*Well damn this wasn't according to plan
I'm Limited Edition
*Well damn this wasn't according to plan
That's why I don't plan shit
Bitch I'm the man
Bitch I'm the man

Lil punch felt his cool like a phantom limb
But the cool ones didn't like Tha Kid
The bullies had him fidgetin'
He's never really fitting in
Raised by TV, Mickey Mouse wasn't dissin' him
Walt had him listenin'
Malcolm X in the middle and
His doctors didn't get him
So his pockets full of Ritalin
But now heavens to Betsy
I'm gettin' brain, like on ya mind
There's some T-rex in me
I'm super rare, like hard to find
Frame of minds I re-design
Hungry on my Ghandi grind
What'd you expect from me
The Einstein of zombie kind
Haters take shots they're mentally ill
For attention and thrills
But these bitches
Don't realize they feeding me kills
Tell me I can't best believe that I will
The amount hate in this worlds unreal
No sensitivity, man up, get real
He's hyper active feed the boy a pill!
It'll hinder creativity
But at least he'll sit still, FUCK THAT
I'm fast on the track Mario Andretti
I'm the dark Digi-fuse, Ed, Edd, N'Eddy,
Can't fill my shoes my moves are set ready
I got big Reeboks like Bebop 'n' Rocksteady

*Yeah, and you thought he didn't like us*
*Did you hear that?*

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