[Verse 1]
Uhh...
I'm a Thor's brother genius
I'll time travel to the past, find your mother and Norris Chuck ya fetus
Of course it must be cheating, the abortion wasn't easy
Under alot of pressure so I'm forced to crush the weakest
Rappers now yap about cashin' out
Brag and laugh all you want when you worth have of Micheal Jackson's house
Born with a mic in my hand, sword to a blacksmith's child
And leaving masses wowed from my massive sprout
Privalaged black kid, with innocent passions
Degenerate bastard, just chillin' in classes
Gigglin' and laughin', kickin' some raps and
Next teacher that interupts me's missin' in action
"I haven't seen you since you were a baby," "Remember me?"
No, but you stinch of feet, so lady, don't pinch my cheeks
Attention please, I've officially entered the game
Remember my name, pictured in frames, it sits on your brain
[Hook: Stevie Young]
Yeah... Stevie Young is that bastard
Yup... He's the one in the plaid shirt
Huh... Ya need run even faster
Uhh... Cause he's the on in the plaid shirt
[Verse 2]
It's Stevie Young, dude's a psycho, write your suicide note
I'm shootin' rivals, and the booth is my home
Rock-a-bye-baby with a bottle full of propane
Sober up daddy or powder my butt with cocaine
Handle my toys, my samurai swords
Pocket knife in my sock's that's white, just to damage a boy
Splittin' hairs, and spittin' there, mother doesn't give a care
So I'll lock my bedroom door, then I'll skin a bear
Something happened with this kid, can't even define himself
Unattractive with big lips, nobody even tried to help
On the microphone I'm by myself blastin' sick thoughts
This is rap music, I ain't gotta try to hip-hop
Old people, hoodrats, and parents, yeah, they'll disagree
There's many more fish in the sea, and I got fish to feed
I'm pickin' seats in history, after that I won't stop
I'm on top like Mr. T's mohawk
[Hook]
Money last, rap first, It's funny how the class works
I'm somewhere 'round the master, they want me out the plaid shirt
Young is now the bad pers, something's bout to hap sir
I wonder how my tracks work, You buck I'm bound to act worse
Accidents happen, and I happen to be an accident
Daddy was active, so three-and-a-half is half his kids
And now they sayin' I'm jackin' rappin' with assonance
I tell the trash to pass, the pad is where the passion is
I'm passionate with a tight schedule, I have to work fast
And when I hit the booth, I'm way past the first class
Attitude's flyer than Captain Kirk's calves
Get your purse snatched by the Young, the bastard's shirt's plaid
[Outro]
"Uhh... Yeah... Trick... That was just my laid back flow... Let's get outta here..."
Uhh...
I'm a Thor's brother genius
I'll time travel to the past, find your mother and Norris Chuck ya fetus
Of course it must be cheating, the abortion wasn't easy
Under alot of pressure so I'm forced to crush the weakest
Rappers now yap about cashin' out
Brag and laugh all you want when you worth have of Micheal Jackson's house
Born with a mic in my hand, sword to a blacksmith's child
And leaving masses wowed from my massive sprout
Privalaged black kid, with innocent passions
Degenerate bastard, just chillin' in classes
Gigglin' and laughin', kickin' some raps and
Next teacher that interupts me's missin' in action
"I haven't seen you since you were a baby," "Remember me?"
No, but you stinch of feet, so lady, don't pinch my cheeks
Attention please, I've officially entered the game
Remember my name, pictured in frames, it sits on your brain
[Hook: Stevie Young]
Yeah... Stevie Young is that bastard
Yup... He's the one in the plaid shirt
Huh... Ya need run even faster
Uhh... Cause he's the on in the plaid shirt
[Verse 2]
It's Stevie Young, dude's a psycho, write your suicide note
I'm shootin' rivals, and the booth is my home
Rock-a-bye-baby with a bottle full of propane
Sober up daddy or powder my butt with cocaine
Handle my toys, my samurai swords
Pocket knife in my sock's that's white, just to damage a boy
Splittin' hairs, and spittin' there, mother doesn't give a care
So I'll lock my bedroom door, then I'll skin a bear
Something happened with this kid, can't even define himself
Unattractive with big lips, nobody even tried to help
On the microphone I'm by myself blastin' sick thoughts
This is rap music, I ain't gotta try to hip-hop
Old people, hoodrats, and parents, yeah, they'll disagree
There's many more fish in the sea, and I got fish to feed
I'm pickin' seats in history, after that I won't stop
I'm on top like Mr. T's mohawk
[Hook]
Money last, rap first, It's funny how the class works
I'm somewhere 'round the master, they want me out the plaid shirt
Young is now the bad pers, something's bout to hap sir
I wonder how my tracks work, You buck I'm bound to act worse
Accidents happen, and I happen to be an accident
Daddy was active, so three-and-a-half is half his kids
And now they sayin' I'm jackin' rappin' with assonance
I tell the trash to pass, the pad is where the passion is
I'm passionate with a tight schedule, I have to work fast
And when I hit the booth, I'm way past the first class
Attitude's flyer than Captain Kirk's calves
Get your purse snatched by the Young, the bastard's shirt's plaid
[Outro]
"Uhh... Yeah... Trick... That was just my laid back flow... Let's get outta here..."
( Stevie Young )
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