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I Did It

Uh huh

I Did It

I Did It, I Did It, I Did It

I Did It

Little Milo grew up in the suburb

Every night at about 6:30 he’d have supper

Two parents, three whips, family trips every summer

When he got back he would be sunburnt

He had blond shaggy hair, he didn’t cut it

All the 14 year-old girls had little crushes

He snowboarded, wore striped shirts, and liked to skate a lot

Listening to Atmosphere and Aesop Rock

When he was 16 his parents bought him a Jetta

He drove it with his friends and made all of them jealous

His parents bought him all these possessions

And never taught him a lesson

They knew he was bright, they thought he would get it

Nope

His character was poor

He knew he could have anything his parents could afford

Wouldn’t even run a fucking errand to the store

He’d become a lazy boy, I ain’t talking 'bout recliners

I’m talking about that Milo, now he was 17

He wanted to rap, so what?

His friends had beats

Well shit, he had been writing for a month

Rapping was easy, he could freestyle when he’s drunk

He was ready to live the dream

Rocking big crowds of white kids that scream

He wasn’t trying to hear that voice from dad

Telling him to go to college and join a frat

He enjoyed the rap music, now hating his father

And yes, you can guess this created a conflict

So dad made him an offer to pay for his college

But Milo wanted to rap, they couldn’t persuade him to stop it

He stormed out, his head was in a fog

He knew that he’d feel better if he shopped

Found a couple sweatshirts that he bought

Then acted like a dick to the employees cause he never had a job

Then he got a bright idea, «I'll record a demo of my songs

I think there’s a Guitar Center in this mall»

There was, he found it

Suddenly surrounded with salesmen ready to get him what he wants

Milo explained he’s an expert at spitting rhymes

And needed to make this demo to get him signed

«Well, we have Pro Tools, if you can’t afford that

We have this old school TASCAM four-track»

«I'll take one Pro Tools, a Digi 003

Some monitors, speakers, and one of those please»

«Um, don’t forget a microphone, with all this stuff to record you

Oh yea, you’re gonna need some cords too»

«Alright, alright, I’ll take it all, I need this

How much is that?»

«57 hundred dollars even»

«Okay, cool, run this card, debit»

«Okay, swipe swipe, thanks for shopping at Guitar Center»

He dipped, but before he drove home

He stopped by this venue his cousin worked at that throws shows

Primarily local cover bands that love to jam for the Alkies and Bozos

His cousin said they do a Hip Hop show weekly, tomorrow’s the night

He can come out at eight and start open mic

Wow, Milo’s first gig

More like a one-way ticket headed to hell

I’m getting ahead of myself

The next night he showed up a bit early

An hour and a half, like so what it’s 6:30?

The crowd wasn’t there yet

Unfortunately they would have to miss his sloppily prepared set

Not even the bartenders were watching him play

But I was there, watching, waiting, stalking my prey

He hopped off of the stage in an overconfident way

Like he had just accomplished a great an awesome display

That same cockiness that all those kids get

Over-privileged and don’t know their limits

Well there’s a lot of things that Milo doesn’t know

Like your soul, when you die, where does it go?

So I followed him into the parking lot

He started to unlock his shiny car, then stopped

I tapped him on the shoulder and said, «Yo, that was tight

I wanna sign you to this label, it’s called the afterlife»

Then quicker than Milo could shout

I pulled the pistol from my waist and put it right in his mouth

I gave him no chance to say goodbye to whoever

Before I put his damn brains on the side of his Jetta

Ew

I killed Milo, I shot him in the head

I killed Milo, I painted his Jetta red

I killed Milo, I shot him in the head

I killed Milo, I painted his Jetta red