Closed minded but still live in a glass house

One word to a private payed tutor and someone else will find out about the reason I got kicked out of school

Reason why my mind went from small to sprouted

Ouch, MTV didn't like that, but a pat on the back by Eminem and Dr. Dre makes me not a give a fuck that I'm the only celebrity blacklisted from their site nowadays

I just light a candle and inhale it, roll paper and ignite it, pretend I'm smoking and exhale it

Fuck meditation, can't be arsed to have a therapy session in a dimmed room

That's why I write rhymes like a letter 'cause it's finer done that way for me to get shit off my chest, out my head

'fore I go to bed, masturbate over Kylie Jenner 'n forget she's only early twenties having a kid and the father of the baby ain't even gonna attempt to skid over to meet that kid

Kinda reminds me of the fucked up shit about my own father, forgot I even had one

Once a month we see each other out in the street

Or down town at the movies when with our separate mates, giving stares and glances ain't that right dad?

(Yeah)

Bitch I'm a wanderer, isn't it obvious?

Out of your cornea, my emporium

Of wonder and It's glorious...so glorious

But if I get a little bit furious, I'm the wanderer

Sometimes twice when I catch the bus to go home, stop off and get off, 'fore that random bloke in a hoodie sat across from me on the top deck turned out to be that useless feck, coming back in like he has a particular right after all this time, peck-ing, at my door

He's a pecker, fat fecker and one time he tried to twist the handle to walk out to go 5k acres of land away from me

But this time actually broke the lock on the door

And that's when my mother started weeping

He went into the front room creeping from the porch

Tried to comfort but got told to fuck off

And from that day I made it clear to everyone that I'd use my voice for myself and my family

Discard my dad, 'cause he means nothing to me

Shame he brings, fame, and three rings on my fingers, keychain with the letter Y for my stage name, rollex, and three X's need to have their own disclaimer in this song and it's lyrics

Dinosaur T'Rex tryna flex is me deciding how I wanna branch out, and dispense myself across countries

Ha that's funny how I'm thinking that 117 different countries I've reached on Spotify statistics and it only just occured to me to speak a different language

"Bonjour, bon appetit, shit, that means eat but what shall I eat, how will I speak, with a mouth full of feet, leeks, leeks, yeah I meant leeks."

"Scott, you're taking a leak?"

"No the vegetable is called leek."

"Obviously you'll use your vegetable to take an overdue leak."

Bitch I'm a wanderer, isn't it obvious?

Out of your cornea, my emporium

Of wonder and It's glorious...so glorious

But if I get a little bit furious, I'm the wanderer

On the news they say I'm a maniac, as I'm really as crazy as a dude in a Jason mask which is really hurtful

Though, if I'm honest I do like it when I wanna feel dominant, when I got a bitch bent over and she's on her period

Mark, set, go and run on the track

Swaying past all the other competitors and turn into the Usain Bolt of my speciality

I don't bolt or run backwards when shit get's too hard

I just do these bars to cause a systematically intense explosion through the eardrums

Got you where we want you so our side can hit back with another cut of flames and blaze, today's the day, with a tec 9 in hand firing at your V10 engine

So that you don't even have the power to reverse outwards, while my guys are driving up in a V12 lambo with the machetes, and firearms

Like Rambos of our time do the chop chop so the head comes off clean

Oh so mean, we mean, I mean I'm mean, we're all mean and we carved out the spleen of the dead guy

What his name? Oh it's Steven, well Steven's dead

Be more like Steven and get on your knees for the meat cleaver, we're getting more meaner

You thought my building was abandoned? Well you thought wrong

I'll fucking slit your throats, this is my abode, let me show, how I do this by going toe to toe

I can see you running up the stairs, you look in my eyes, I stare, you're all gonna die

Picking up rocks, rusted metal, throwing it at me, run faster, I ain't pacing while one of you is stuck and it's not physically: he's just stunned and is looking at me

He just can't imagine how it would feel when I scratch off his skin with my bare hands

Throw my fists through his neck, scissors at his hair, chainsaw at his feet, screams when they're torn

I'll make the others watch when I cuff em to the rusty beds in this old psychiatric asylum, and lock em in the room with the dead bodies

"Wanderer"

Eyes bleeding when I yank on her hair, pulling it up, can she even bare, the view down below, and when I throw, her down then that'll bring a glorious end to my show, as she falls so low, in an instant her life just goes, do I hear helicopter, oh