I'm a weirdo, who are you

Name: I'm a weirdo, who are you
Duration: 130 s
HybridMuse290
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Prompt / Lyrics
What I bleed 
       It is my blood
I am a hybrid
Bitch
     I bleed blood
It is not red
    It is not blue
It is not black
   Who gives a fuck
If i am not normal
  Who gives a fu k 
If I am not nothing
        Like you
You
     Or like a normal
Bitch
    Call me a weird one
I am good with that
  I am by far normal
That is good
  I can deal with that
Atleast this bitch 
    Yeah that is me
What you see
    What is this is Who
I am and Who I be
 Who
 I am
This is keeping It
As real as you get
   Real bitch
Do not hate 
    Cause a mother
Fuk wonder
       How or why
I got this way
Cause a mother fuk
Want to discriminate
You wonder how
    You could be like me

     Drop
The game Drop
The fake take the forsaken mask off
         Maybe then
A game player  an learn
   To keep it 
Real
Then two a learning 
  Lesson
On life you have to learn
To appreciate
    Fuck being the society 
Norm 
     From what I have
Gathered  life the way
I've lived
     Normal is a manipulated  closet
Tweeker 
     They manipulate 
Just to have what they
Get 
      The norm be 
acting real 
     nice
To your face 
       To quick
To stab you 
   in the
       Back 
           Only cause they
Selfish as they are
      As they come
The norm
         Never like
     to give
Back
      O-oO-oOooo
    Oh  
     This is real shit 
A statement
Damn 
    Out of the norm
A wierdo as bitch
     Though 
I am
 Who I am it is what
It is
      Not quick to jump
To get in to fit in
   I am one hundred
         Just speaking real
Facts 
    I am as real as it gets
The norm like to talk
Shit 
    They get mad 
When a bitch they
Judge keep it
     Calm cool and fuckin
Collect
   I will not get mad
I am as real as it gets
      I am a smart bitch
Take that shit how you
Want to
   Run with it you know
You want to
  All full of drama 
You hate your
          life is wack
   You board with
Tour board games
     Cause on the side
You in your mansion
Closet smoken
     High dollar Coca
Crack
    You all norm mother fuk
    Can't keep it real
You to busy
   Wanting to live another
Life 
Yours is dull trying to
Wear others shoes
    They don't fit
To busy trying to fill those
     Shoes
Except the fact 
   You don't need money
       Take your ass to the
Thrift store
   Get a pair that fit
Atleast you can say 
Them shoes still belong
To another 
     Mother fucker
You would just be one
Step closer 
     To step out of your norm
     Not thinking you
Better then anyone else
    Maybe then you would
Be one step closer
    To be a undeniable 
Real mother fuker