Fuck the world, I must be cursed

I’m having visions of leaving here in a hearse

Or living in a jail cell, to me its al the same hell

Everyone is looking at like I was born to fail

I know y’al hate me, I can’t stand your ass too

What do you know about the shit I go through

Can’t go out in public without catching mean mugs

Cops following me around like I’m some kind of thug

I couldn’t be a thug if you gave me a handbook

I sip lattes and write verses in comp notebooks

I rock argyle sweaters, fitted Tees and Dunk SBs

So you’re telling me that’s what the hood’s wearing

Come on now, you gotta be joking

Or maybe its that shit you smoking

Now jobs are scarce and money is getting low

Sometimes I feel like I can’t do this no more

On me the world keeps shitting, my name should be Toilet Bowl

Feel like I’m playing limbo, y’all wanna see how low I’ll go

That’s why I’m screaming “Fuck the world” because the world’s trying to fuck me

You want me six feet under but I ain’t going that easy

My third eye is black and blue from battling you

And everybody wonders why I act so rude

Please understand that is just my attitude

I’m focused on trying to change my financial altitude

But it feels like I’m exiled, gotta get my mind right

Wanna see the sunrise, I’m tired of this endless night

Trapped in the Matrix, don’t know which way to go

Looking ‘round for Morpheus, guess that makes me Neo

Even though I know I’m no hero

Just a man with no plan, trying to avoid evil

Wrong turns and pitfalls, I pray I’ll get past them all

The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated

So I take time to thank God because I’m gonna make it

Despicable, my rhyme style is inexplicable

My purpose is to make you posers miserable

Lyrical assassin, fire more shots than Neo

And all opposers, in my crosshairs is where they go

Diabolical, killer like Kutcher and Heigl

Its undeniable, my criminal mind’s unrivaled

I’m in the villain hall of fame, the greatest of all time

My heists are so great, I even stole this rhyme

So ruthless, like Boston without George Herman

With the rest of the world, I’m never conformin’

Be careful, my minions are in the millions

Just got started and I’m already worth billions

Lunar thief, the scourge of the galaxy

To sum up in two words, I’m despicably me

This is a simple rhyme

This is a simple rhyme for simple minds

This is a simple rhyme for simple minds, struggling in these complicated times

When I say simple, I don’t mean slow or dumb

You’re straightforward

You know where you’re going and where you came from

But the world today is all topsy-turvy

The line between right and wrong is suddenly blurry

This is a simple rhyme

This is a simple rhyme for cluttered minds

This is a simple rhyme for cluttered minds to remind them of simpler times

Back in the day when we were young we used to have mad fun

Play fights, freeze tag and shootouts with water guns

But times have changed and kids today look a little strange

They’re willing to do anything just to get a piece of change

So how do we get back to these simpler ways

Because this path will lead us to the end of days