Lyrics:
I don't wanna be loved,
I don't wanna be hated,
I don't wanna BE,
,I AM Mic Starink,
Not persona created,
To star in a game of pretend,
It Could be why I don't make any friends:
Cuz I'm not an ugly pretentious idiot too fake to make any sense,
I'm not the best or fastest
,I do what the music request,
Fuck the try-hards, what part of just give it up didn't you get?
If i gave them refuge as pets,
They would be left for months unattended until they eat each other and die of no food and neglect.
They're all stupid at best,
When I'm introduced at events,
They don't look too impressed to see a master of the styles they couldn't perfect.
I don't abuse em with threats,
,They're just clueless and vexed,
,I'm so true, sick and fresh
all they can do is respect, which puts em in check,
,Cuz all I do is express,
My evolving feelings on life,
I'm good, I'm evil, occasionally fucked up.......but I'll be aight,
Cause I got gifted kids,
, And really hot wife,
,my aura so bright if you're near it you might debate in your head the whole night,
Questions like: Damn!

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Who is this strange and handsome man?
Where did he come from, what's his plan?
And why does he have me so entranced?
Who is this strange and handsome man?


But who the fuck said this one's for you?
That's right, Elton John,
Not Michael starink, so here's what ya do:
Go to a mirror and look at your face,
and right away you'll notice there's two,
Times the fine ears to listen,
And just one mouth you continue to use.
Guess I'll keep feeding it truth,
you're rude, close you mouth when ya chew,
No ones excused til each of you is finished your food.
Cuz there's better things to do in this song,
That don't involve getting hungry,
Damn it now I want bacon,
I Wonder what gave me the munchies.......
............Oh that's right, I'm singin' a song,
What's it about, I forget how it goes, somebody google the lyrics,
I only remember I didn't pay thousands to get a special appearance .
Enough spitting in riddles, I'm a stranger to the people that hear this.
The mysterious man shaking hands who also got on stage fearless.
Spotted after the show with guys that make you shit in your pants,
And Bitches that pick the fight for ya if you make an advance,
I'm just a mind state at a glance.
do it like there ain't a chance,
to do it again, and leave em lookin' for me like a blind date at a dance.
Thinkin

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I'm always askin' myself:
Just How many ways can I stand as the winner?
My wit's above average,
I cannot be managed,
And My hands've been savagely injured.
I can't be a slave to ignorant pricks I gotta refer to as mister,
Should call me that, followed by "president, can i help you with this sir?"
Get a grip you boa constrictor,
I smoke you out by burnin' the grass.
Im the rebel Insurgent of purpose,
That permanently kicks impertinent ass.
i certainly hope nobody interprets it as,
curtains, Cuz murder's a burden for cowards,
Just look at whats occurred in the past.
I do the reverse so they have to put up with me Their whole life and afterward.
No need for fights, no need for cops, no need to find the right caliber.
They Die counting the days on a calendar under my shadow
For i'm a soul, And this song doesn't explain why energy doesn't have challengers.
Oh well...... That's life As an artist,
lover and parent,
Late nights, perverted sex, And babysitters kept under surveillance,
Twist up the indica, cover the air vent ,
Get it so thick that ya squinting to see just a inch of the room,
And who's next to ya, before ya let air in.

(Chorus)