Waste of Space (Explicit)

Waste of Space - Strange U

Written by：DR. Zygote/King Kashmere

Yeah son these niggas ain't as wack as me

Here comes the rejoice doctor

Cherry disk from the bird brain

Yeah yeah

Keeping on wacking

Well let's hurry is it 'cause I complete who you really are

Who the f**k is this spitting wack flows from the diaphragm

Getting pimp slapped with an iron hand

Explore Venus with a small p*nis

All feverish drowning out the pain pouring

Eat a dick said God when I prayed

Lord Satan said the same it's a popular phrase

Taking L's like a brother possessed

Feel the stress from another regret

Watch porn never under duress

Assassinator chronic masturbator

Stupid to pathetic I'm an honest graduator

A modest activator of frowns on all females

Turn 'em off quick my dick's like a sea snail

In my room drinking sh*t liquor

In my school days everybody thought I was a b**ch nigga

They knew I had the crap bars

And all laughed pretty hard

When I said I was a rap star

Behold Gods practical joke

Escaping life getting buzzing off a maximal tall

On my own getting twisted listening to ace of base

Yeah I'm a waste of space

I'm a waste of space

My teacher once told me I'm a waste of space

Looked me up and down with the hate on his face

Trying to tell a kid he's a waste of space

I'm a waste of space

My teacher once told me I'm a waste of space

Looked me up and down with the hate on his face

Trying to tell a kid he's a waste of space

Drop the mic I shouldn't be holding it

Inappropriate sedates crowds like an opiate ah

Holy sh*t the party was raw

But when I rapped everybody single filed out the door

Out the door

Paul Bearer gripping an earn

Tried to save a stray cat but it flipped me the bird

It flipped me the bird

This ain't a Freddy mask this is my face

I'm a loser I might try living in space

Never been a popular guy

I was only trying to say hi

And I got rocked in the eye

Never ask me how the music

Is going it's going terribly

I think about quitting

This b**ch and go in therapy

Solomon Grundy born on a monday

Dead man walking surviving all gun spray

Getting less respect than Mr Dangerfield

The pain is real I'm still with the training wheels

Behold son it's the catastrophic

The old one Mr Catatonic if I'm honest

In my room getting twisted listening to ace of spades

Yeah I'm a waste of space

I'm a waste of space

My teacher once told me I'm a waste of space

Looked me up and down with the hate on his face

Trying to tell a kid he's a waste of space

I'm a waste of space

My teacher once told me I'm a waste of space

Looked me up and down with the hate on his face

Trying to tell a kid he's a waste of space

My lord

Silence

I'd invite you all ladies and gents

You're into a peek distance

It does not compute

It does not compute