Misunderstood

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh So misunderstood, yes, I am now Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I misunderstood [Verse 1] I used to spit with intentions of being Biggie Chris Wallace get dollars, try to become the king of my city really I'm at the lush lounge trying to score a touchdown (So misunderstood, yes, I am now) The only guy with horns in his head, with sexual sound They call him Cobain, he claims to be a rock star He speaks the ways of the wicked and plus he's not far From making a million, he's sound with some Jews But on his way to the building they're like wait just a minute Gordy I know you're focused here But we're goin' to have to reschedule for a pedestal, the great white hope is here If this continued for five years, I cry tears (So misunderstood, yes, I am now) Know that I rhyme fears so shit, why am I here? Fuck it, I guess I'll make the best of it with no budget Put out King of Horrorcore and get the judgement But fuck them, suck a dick WEB, I ain't got no love for you hoes I rather have a million Juggalos than one of you hoes [Chorus] (Oh-woah!) You really think I'm crazy? (Oh-oh-oh!) 'Cause I talk about things that's crazy (Oh-woah!) But I'm here to show you it ain't be (Naww!) The way that they raise me was crazy (I misunderstood) (Oh-woah!) You really think I'm crazy? (Oh-oh-oh!) 'Cause I talk about things that's crazy (Oh-woah!) But I'm here to show you it ain't be (Naww!) The way that they raise me was crazy (I misunderstood) [Verse 2] They say I make the type of music for you people to kill to They take your lives and using you, you teach 'em to kill too Tell them to hurt their parents Then sell 'em a shirt and swear it's all entertainment (So misunderstood, yes, I am now) They just swearing my verse is scaring 'em Now just get your paint and apply it on your faces Supply the world with hatred, a bipolar patient I try going straight and guess it wasn't for me, stress it coming shortly The rest is fucking corny, you're the best, we love you Gordy! Thank you, I'm glad the underground loves my sound Coming from the ground zero and my heros discovered the sound I am the wicked shit, horrorcore, insanity (So misunderstood, yes, I am now) Never painted my face but still considered family Catch me at the gathering, bet you I might have some weed From California sitting caddy-corner back against some trees Feel the breeze, the mainstream said fuck me though I'd rather have a million Juggalos than one of you hoes [Chorus] (Oh-woah!) You really think I'm crazy? (Oh-oh-oh!) 'Cause I talk about things that's crazy (Oh-woah!) But I'm here to show you it ain't be (Naww!) The way that they raise me was crazy (I misunderstood) (Oh-woah!) You really think I'm crazy? (Oh-oh-oh!) 'Cause I talk about things that's crazy (Oh-woah!) But I'm here to show you it ain't be (Naww!) The way that they raise me was crazy