Misunderstood - King Gordy

I used to spit with intentions of being Biggie

Chris Wallace get dollars, try to become the king of my city really

I’m at the lush lounge trying to score a touchdown

The only guy with horns in his head, with sexual sound

They call him Cobain, he claims to be a rock star

He speaks the ways of the wicked and plus he’s not far from making a million

He’s sound with some Jews but on his way to the building they’re like wait just

a minute

Gordy I know you’re focused here

But we’re going to have to reschedule for a pedestal, the great white hope is

here

If this continued for five years, I cry tears

Know that I rhyme fears so shit why am I here

Fuck it, I guess I’ll make the best of it with no budget

Put out King of Horrorcore and get the judgement, but fuck them

Suck a dick, welp, I ain’t got no love for you hoes

I rather have a million Juggalos than one of you hoes

You really think I’m crazy

'cause I talk about things that’s crazy

But I’m here to show you it ain’t be the way that they raise me was crazy

You really think I’m crazy

'cause I talk about things that’s crazy

But I’m here to show you it ain’t be the way that they raise me was crazy

They say I make the type of music for you people to kill to

They take your lives and using you, you teach 'em to kill too

Tell them to hurt their parents then sell 'em a shirt and swear it’s all

entertainment

They just swearing my verse is scaring 'em

Now just get your paint and apply it on your faces

Supply the world with hatred, a bipolar patient

I try going straight and guess it wasn’t for me, stress it coming shortly

The rest is fucking corny, you’re the best, we love you Gordy!

Thank you, I’m glad the underground loves my sound

Coming from the ground zero and my heros discovered the sound

I am the wicked shit, horrorcore, insanity

Never painted my face but still considered family

Catch me at the gathering, bet you I might have some weed

From California sitting caddy-corner back against some trees

Feel the breeze, the mainstream said fuck me though

I’d rather have a million Juggalos than one of you hoes

You really think I’m crazy

'cause I talk about things that’s crazy

But I’m here to show you it ain’t be the way that they raise me was crazy

You really think I’m crazy

'cause I talk about things that’s crazy

But I’m here to show you it ain’t be the way that they raise me was crazy