Headlights

I don't really hurt deers. I loved Bambi as a kid.

Neither human or a beast-
It's like I was conceived during a spiritual orgy.
4G- you don't need that to hear me clearly.
If you ain't comfortable with who you are,
You b*****s are gonna fear me.
Eerie-
I paint my atmospheres fearfully.
Driving drunk and steering purposely into deers,
With my dear taped up in the front seat-
While I scream "F**K RAP" and blast country.
Sometimes I wish I could muffle me-
So why can't a hot b***h just sit on my face and let me
eat freely?
My friend's call lames wieners in jest-
But that would explain why the game is like a crappy sausage fest.
God either blessed me or cussed me with rhymes-
Either way Satan decided to manipulate the rise of my dark side-
Like Darth Vader popping a boner into your eye.
I'm just doing this s**t for fun-
Ain't here to impress no one;
I don't need a posse- I'm used to being a lone gun.
And there's very few I respect in the art-
Most of these other rappers ain't even worth a light SHART.
I'll be on top, no matter what they reportin'-
My flow will make you say "WHAT THE F**K?" like whatever the hell Lady Gaga is sportin'.