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I wrote this song with the pretext being that I'm busting my ass off. I know I'm a country guy and it's not normal for me to be rapping as I am. I just can't help it; it's who I am. The sound effects used were for a better ambient and atmospheric tune. Enjoy!

Lyrics:

Ambitions and Reality
By: Sceltic
False Manifestoes - Crunchy Horror Beats (Soundcloud)

Intro:
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“Ooh, don’t run.”
“You’re gonna die!”
“You weren’t expecting to live forever, no were you?”


Chorus:
“Yo mother fucker let my words just seep.
I’m at the barrel’s bottom: I’m under the heap.
Don’t back off now; don’t you be a creep.
My words will haunt your dreams as you mother fuckin’ sleep.

I’m understanding now what has become of me.
I’m a country boy rapper, and I can’t break free.
Of all the haters cursing my life; no legality.
My ambitions as a rapper don’t match reality.”


Verse 1:
“Ambition’s ambition, there’s no intuition.
There’ll be an exhibition of enormous competitions.
I’ll sign this petition to halt all your suspicions.
Prove to y’all that rap can be anybody’s mission.

I don’t have to grow up and be part of the hood,
Or prove how thug I am; show that I can rap good.
I’m here to show you that I’m so misunderstood.
I know what it’s like to try and do all that I could.

Cause look at me, I’m a down country kinda man.
Raised in suburbia, doing all I fuckin’ can!
You don’t understand the complications at hand.
You think I’m a wannabe, that I’m unable to stand.

My ambitions as an entertainer are huge at best.
Rising past the stars; into the moon’s crest.
The words and tunes will fly into your chest.
Making you love and hate my performance; yes!”



Chorus:
“Yo mother fucker let my words just seep.
I’m at the shit barrel’s bottom: I’m under the heap.
Don’t back off now, and don’t you be a creep.
My words will haunt your dreams as you mother fuckin’ sleep.

I’m understanding now what has become of me.
I’m a country boy rapper, and I can’t break free.
Of all the haters cursing my life; no legality.
My ambitions as a rapper don’t match reality.”

Verse 2:
“That’s what I meant bitch, I succeeded today.
Intellectually conceded; no proceeding they say.
I’ll make ya back off, and twirl in that disarray.
I rap like that; you’ll wanna leave then wanna stay.

That love/hate relationship will be the death of you.
You fuckin’ love my rhymes, yet know you’re screwed.
No matter how much you hate me, I’ll always sooth.
My words can’t be slated; they’re laced with couth.


Coercing you and your homeys to move further on.
Stringing you along to the very beat of this song.
You smile on the outside, yet cry deep within.
Pissed off at me, cause you know my rhyming’s a sin.

Hey bitch why don’t you just fucking give in?
Come along with me, fuck yeah, it’s a fucking win-win.
No ho, I won’t stop with this immaculate grin.
When I’m through with this song, you’ll think that I’m slim.”

Chorus:
“Yo mother fucker let my words just seep.
I’m at the shit barrel’s bottom: I’m under the heap.
Don’t back off now, and don’t you be a creep.
My words will haunt your dreams as you mother fuckin’ sleep.

I’m understanding now what has become of me.
How I’m a country boy rapper, and can’t break free.
Of all the haters cursing my life; no legality.
My ambitions as a rapper don’t match reality.”



Verse 3:
“Yeah my reality slithers deep into my thoughts.
Causing my punctuality to be fatally wrought.
Ripped to shreds by every one of y’all’s shots.
Fired by your mouths; you try to make me rot.

You attack me from all sides like an apocalypse.
Like zombies swarming around; they never ever sit.
You just won’t fucking stop; no you just won’t quit.
Get the fuck out of my life, if you can’t take this shit!


Honestly I’m tired of your fuckin’ attitudes.
Draggin’ your hatred along; there’s nothing sadder dude.
There’ll be no escape homeys; no, not for you.
I’ll draw y’all back with my mic and silver cues.

Hey curly cue, you act all broken and stewed.
Fuming from the ears and mouth frothing; ew!
There’s a select few that even attempt this pursuit.
Guess I’m one of em’; this song’s just for you!”


Chorus:
“Yo mother fucker let my words just seep.
I’m at the shit barrel’s bottom: I’m under the heap.
Don’t back off now, and don’t you be a creep.
My words will haunt your dreams as you mother fuckin’ sleep.

I’m understanding now what has become of me.
How I’m a country boy rapper, and can’t break free.
Of all the haters cursing my life; no legality.
My ambitions as a rapper don’t match reality.”

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