I know it's only supposed to be a verse, but I had too much fun writing this. So I made a chorus too.
Beat: You Are My Enemy
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Shhhhhhh! Better be quiet or suspicion will rise
I haven't finished any sentence since I entered this life
Bitches will mimick your vibe and then you hate your own job
Man I may just go off and have to take these clothes off!
But I can't raise my own arm because I'm trapped in such a stupid pose
Strapped in fucking loser clothes, I'll snap if one of you don't go
And ask the manager to scavenge for some shit that's clean to wear
That doesn't look like version douche.0 on the Seacrest scale
Please don't tell me that you've never seen me rocking crazy fads
From posing in the lady's mags with babes all on my 80's Jag
To cheesing with my Lakers cap inside your local super-store
I'm chilling where the shoes are stored but hoping focus moves me more
Into a court that girls are frequent, but there lies a teensy problem
See I'm walking less than Stephen Hawking and to beat the odds will
Be impossible to manage so I'm frantic, now I'm panicking
I'll never manage acting happy as a mannequin
(Chorus -- same as Hopsin's melody)
Don't you ever feel sad as shit?
I have no buddies, I have no pals, and I don't have a friend
Friend, friend, sorry for me
I have no buddies, I have no pals, I am a mannequin!