Yeah, whattup??
Whattup??
Guess who’s back
(haha, freshmen suck)

Yeah, it’s ROM recording this
I know I have a fist clenched but it’s just for defense
May be the shortest shrimp, you’ll be prone to cringe at my being
But ‘fore the forfeit is here I’ll blow you to smithereens
You’ll get thrown if you intervene
You should try to skip from the scene
Someone’s going to knock their eye out
And cry a pitiful scream
Not as violent as it can seem
I’m a child, you can’t hit me
But if filing defeat
Will find that you’re weak
I don’t plan to be it
Perspire in P.E.
After I do like two curls
Trying to play it off
In a riot of cute girls
That’s why I hate intramurals
And I hate my schoolwork
Screw an optimist
Can’t change the fact I hate this cruel world
Ever since my locker got whammied when I was ten
I have planned revenge and tried to stand as the cockiest
Only problem is I’m frail as heck
I make hip-hop rap songs and I don’t even swear in them
‘Cause I don’t keep promises that’s honest as I will dare to get
And I’m only gonna get more mean, you’d know if you cared and read what I’ve done
Left for dead, while I reflect and cry to
Silence while I’m tied up
(I just want to find my match)
Quick, get the lighter

I’ve been here since a morn of ’99 and I’m near
And I’m gonna go and find what my purpose is
I’ve been searching every line for a rhyme to be clear
All I know is my name’s ROM, have you heard of it?
I’ll be here till the following ’99 am I clear
Make it burned in every song and every word I spit
Until you people learn to think
I’ll be searching for my function on this world we live in

Screw emotion
Shouldn’t use or promote it
Feeling blue? Do what BP does
Pollute the ocean
A fugitive whose been soaked in
A punitive sense of loathing
It’s lucrative and my music is
Stupid as senate voting (I said you bunch of freaking morons)
I come in crashing
Not fumbling any action
I’m unabridged; utter madness
(This dumbo is still bragging?)
I’m juggling crap, shut up
Stop picking a fight
With a kid at his height
(What is it now?)
Oh, 5 some and a half I think
Funny as heck
But still I ain’t won their respect
Prolly explains why my crush responds to none of my texts
Lord help his poor disciple feeling sudden affects
Of just being ugly in general plus some other defects (oh my god)
I get it, I got the message you’re sending: I’m kinda weird
But going against the grain gets a toast, bring the wine and beer!
These days, I think you think it’s cool to hate society
You just use it as an excuse to hide truth
You ain’t trying here (get out the way)

I’ve been here since a morn of ’99 and I’m near
And I’m gonna go and find what my purpose is
I’ve been searching every line for a rhyme to be clear
All I know is my name’s ROM, have you heard of it?
I’ll be here till the following ’99 am I clear
Make it burned in every song and every word I spit
Until you people learn to think
I’ll be searching for my function on this world we live in