Welcome!

Well, Hello!

Let me take your bags, I'm glad you're here to stay

I'll accommodate your patience and won't make you pay

I've got vomit filled with words going on display

I'm here to say, "I'm sorry to rain on your parade"

I'm just sour like a barely sweet lemonade

Hated the same people since the seventh grade

I'm a self-made psycho, stuck in a cycle

Biting the bait, waiting to stand like the Eiffel

I'm a disciple of the toughest emcee's on the mic

Living to run with the torch, and in time I just might

But that's a mighty tall mountain that is hardly in sight