Rebel Indie

[Intro]
Yeah, check, check, 1-2 1-2
This shit's supposed to be fun
Yeah, I remember that
So let’s have some fun with it
Weerd Science

[Verse 1]
I'm sorry that I'm such a jerk, mom
I got the devil in my mouth, the Satan
Only Built 4 Cuban Linx…, Raekwon
Threaten everyone in the world, Kim Jong
Came up on streets that nobody was safe on
The same streets that I used to cut my H on
I swear to God that I'll blow up and I’ll get big
I really hit it, means that I put weight on
Uh! And now I resurrect my rhetoric
My etiquette ascending, and people’ll call the medics in
Then again, the sedative setting in sentences
‘Cause suck it. Every second, the music is so consecutive
Meaning it’s never-ending, and even with editing
These meddling little motherfuckers they keep on sending in
Are settling, they’re perpetually peddling a pathetic
Brand of hip hop, and this is where the shit stops

[Hook] (x2)
I always had a little rebel in me
Label dropped the ball on me, I guess you could call me Indie
Uh! And on the Last Crusade, we drove
Ten hours to play and didn’t get paid

[Verse 2]
I'm sorry that I'm so sick, dad
I really wish you never shot me out your dick, dad
Huh! And wasn’t it a concern the first
Time I went to church that my skin done burned?
The doctor said it was psoriasis, but I admit
I'm skeptical of how focused his diagnosis is, and
That leads me to my next theory
And it also would explain why God never hears me
Did you and mom find a book in the basement?
Bound in human flesh, no ink ‘cause blood replaced it?
Picked it up, read a couple passages out loud
Then nine months later, little old me popped out
This must be why your nice things bore me
And when I was a kid, I thought I was Jason Voorhees
My father told me that Jason's a punk bitch, I said
“Dad, watch how easy your throat slits”
(No, that, that actually happened)

[Hook] (x2)
I always had a little rebel in me
Label dropped the ball on me, I guess you could call me Indie
Uh! And on the Last Crusade, we drove
Ten hours to play and didn’t get paid