Song Description

This song is about the frustrations in Fort Wayne, Indiana's local music scene, growing up around amish people, and the misfortunes of a number of famous people.

Lyrics

You fucking Fort Wayne rappers are like Christopher Reeves. Spineless. Your rhymes are weak. Mine are timeless.. I don't need to sit around like a man in a dress, with my legs wide open screaming "Come over here you lez." I'm leaving you wanna be rappers with a broken heart, and Jettingham with a broken nose. I dare you once again bitch try to take my microphone. Leo K3 and the Darkside Clique run the 260. Hey Knights of the round table, you've just been dethrowned. I'm all over the scene like Michael Jackson on cancer patients. Cumming on their faces and asking "Oh how's it tasting?" I don't play basketball, but I rap bitches better than Kobe Bryant. What's the matter bitch, think I was lying? I take GHB all by myself. I don't like rapping bitches unless they're screaming, "somebody help."

Chorus (Record scratches)

You fuckers I'm trying to make something of this scene. Hot 1079 you ain't doing a god damn thing. I bring the fury from hell, while all you bitches scream and yell "Oh my God, Leo K3 is satanic. He'll take my daughter's virgin pussy, stick a crucifix in it until she panicks. Ya'll naysayers need to shut the fuck up or end up like Lacy Peterson and her son Connor. Strangled to death and dumped in 60 feet of fucking water. I don't roll on dubs or bust caps. I'm straight out of Grabill, I don't even know where the hood is at., but I'll start shit with any Amish guy that looks at me funny. I'll take his picture, fuck his sister, and take all of his god damn money. I'm tired of other rappers criticizing me and telling me I sound white. Look at me you fucking bitches, I am white. It'll be allright. I'm not claiming to be hard, but your about to get fuckd up like some fucking retard.