Produced by: Hattman

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I'm possibly the cause of all the poverty that I am in;
Send me to an island, I'll drink like I'm in Ireland;
A pirate with the rum;
Violent with the tongue;
Sign that I have sprung from the slums in the dungeon run;
Get stung by lungs, of the unsung young gun;
My worlds come undone;
Cursed in the hurse with a verse if ya' want some;
Life's not fun anymore; 
'Cause I'm not dumb anymore, I'm tryin' to run to the door;
And export from this mortal realm;
Distorted from this world now;
Out of orbit looking down, with a roaring load warning sound;
My speakers pointed toward the ground, recording now;
Glorious, gory stories for me just to spit;
It's not your normal ordinary kid;
I do this for the love of music, they do it to get rich;
Their stupid, I'm abusive, ruthless, yet I don't exist;
But rap is one thing, that I will never forget;

Chorus:
If I gotta' restart and be hard for you to see art;
You gotta' listen to me as soon as the beat starts;
I'll be the retard in the back seat of the police car;
Chop 'em up, n' then send 'em to the meat mart;
I'm gettin' angry that's why my rhymes seem dark;
Someone hang me, I just lost my dang job;
So now I gotta rap 'till I got a spraigned jaw;
But real life I just can't escape from;

Verse 2:
I'm a little white heathen demon, screamin' for no reason;
Displeased, diseased and eatin' bleedin' meat;
Lacking human decency recently;
Beef with me and ye will see the speech that I breath evilly;
The seasons change, I'll be the same;
Ask my name get blasted fast in acid rain;
I got a mask for half my face, "That's Insane"
I make rage, I've been rappin' since the 8th grade;
I'm gettin' smarter since I ate brains;
I make pain, so vacate with great haste;
Or you are who I lay waste to;
You'll be layin' on my plate of food without a face dude;
I'm right rude with my new shit;
New hits, exclusive, too sick;
To be in school with the so called cool kids;
Their foolish, rhymes I rule with;
Yeah, I'm the shit like stool bitch;
so call me, "Skatman";
Even though it's Hattman;
Don't tell me I can't rap 'cause I'm not a black man;
I'm strapped with an axe, your head's detached in a trash can;

(Chorus)


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My name is Cody Hatt, I've produced music and rapped since I was 14, and started actually recording when I was 16. I made almost all the beats I rap to, I don't do this to make money or be popular, I do it 'cause I love it. 
I've put a lot of time into this so thanks to everyone who listens to, and enjoys my tunes

Canadian Emcee/producer reppin' REELEastPROductions in Nova Scotia. PM me if you are interested in any beats.