tpk – too much crap lyrics
[intro]
i hold too much cr-p in my hands, now they’re filthy!
too much cr-p can be a bad thing, if you get my gist
[verse 1]
i made about 60 alb-ms, 80% of them were cr-p
i don’t know how i, improved in rap…
through persistence… i couldn’t tell…
my alb-ms were the equivalent of h-ll
they told me my mastering was sh-tty, they were right
my production was tinny, i couldn’t put up a fight
so therefore i’m trying to improve my work
but i couldn’t enunciate, and the words f-cking hurt
i don’t know why the f-ck i made flora’s diary
it wasn’t fire, i couldn’t even see…
what i was making. a transs-xual girl, what was i thinking?
why wasn’t my island sinking?
because n-body was on it, i was the only one alone…
and i couldn’t even figure out how to atone
when i got typecasted for this sh-t
man, their typecasting was legit
[prelude 1]
yeah, smell the cr-p on me! you can smell it from like miles away
it’s that cow kind so it’s especially smelly…
i don’t expect people to like me because of the cr-p i make
i expect them to hate me…
[verse 2]
i diss people who are irrelevant
i make diss songs that don’t even make sense
because the rhyme structure is lame
and i have a faulty non-working brain
i try to make rhymes the best that i can
but my speech impediment does not give a d-mn
slurs the words around, makes me mispr-nounce words
i don’t even understand it’s so absurd
i should learn how to enunciate by doing more rap
but i understand that my raps are cr-p
i don’t care what you think, this is who i am…
i can’t get rid of it, the surgery does not exist god d-mn
so what am i supposed to do, keep making the cr-p…
and then, i’ll be able to rap…
somehow, someway… i’m going to make it in the place
but then again, i have to become a disgrace…
[prelude 2]
i’m a 100% cr-p, that’s a true fact
at least that’s according to the people who diss me
history shall be made
the cr-p shall cease
[verse 3]
my mastering is tinny, my production is lame…
my voice is motherf-cking squeaky, i can’t even play the game…
properly, because i can’t really say
the words i want to say because they call me g-y
i don’t even understand how the f-ck i can improve…
i listen to this sh-t yet they call me rude things…
like terrible producer, terrible masterer
i don’t want to pay $100 just to get the sh-t produced yo
what happens if the beats aren’t compatible?
what happens if my speech impediment just slurs?
what happens if i offend a producer in general?
then i lose everything, and it hurts…
to do this sh-t, i don’t even understand…
why the f-ck i keep repeating words god d-mn
it’s because i suck, yes truly so…
and i don’t know where the f-ck i’m going to go…
with my career
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