Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revelation, artist - D12. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Revelation |
| I don’t wanna go to school. |
| I don’t need no education |
| I don’t wanna be like you. |
| I don’t wanna save the nation (daddy no!) |
| I just wanna live my life. |
| everyday a celebration |
| One day I’ma leave this world. |
| I’m waitin for the revelation |
| I wanna kill myself! |
| I’m still debatin |
| In front of a baptist church, masturbatin |
| Prayin to Satan — think I’m crazy cause I smoke crack |
| Live on B with the mac in a two family flat (fuck it) |
| Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broom |
| My moms on her period, my dad’s in my room (Daddy no!) |
| I got ten rocks and I need to get out |
| I sold them in five minutes, at my own damn house (Moms smoke crack) |
| My poor grandmother, God bless her soul |
| The bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cold (hahaha) |
| There’s three things that keep me from bein a Nazi |
| I’m black, a fag, and my dad’s Liberace |
| No matter how bad the beatin, I went to school cheatin |
| My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin |
| Stick with school I had to have nuts just to do it |
| Got bored and became truant |
| When I had the gall to go I just couldn’t do it |
| I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shit |
| How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel |
| Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow |
| Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparel |
| like me, outcast, last in class |
| First to leave, when the teacher called on me Best believe I had somethin up my sleeve |
| I’ve been praised and labelled as crazed |
| My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage |
| An angry teenager, nothin can change me back |
| Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac |
| I was boostin, so influenced by music I used it as an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid |
| No one can tell me nothin hip-hop overwhelmed me to the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm |
| It was like isolatin myself was healthy |
| It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy |
| Compelled me to excel when school it failed me Expelled me and when the principal would tell me I was nothin, and I wouldn’t amount to shit |
| I made my first million and counted it Now look at, a fuckin drop-out that quits |
| Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it That’s why |
| I was raised with a rifle and mask |
| Steadily beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past |
| (bitch) I was never on that punk shit; |
| fuckin around |
| can get yo’belove abducted, smothered in blood quick |
| You couldn’t pay Swift to give a fuck |
| Was crazy like my father, it musta been poison in that nigga’s nut |
| Far as probation, fuck peein in cups |
| I violate at any time, let 'em see the blunt |
| I grew up steadily masturbatin inside of cells |
| Young as hell, havin conversations with myself |
| You could tell I wasn’t lenient, a disobedient |
| Lynched and slapped teachers, bitch I’m not readin it You don’t know what dawgs go through, a little nigga |
| Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon’do? |
| I’m quick to curse you, I told my mother that I’ma hurt you |
| if you ever again mention a curfew |
| Look, my family ignored me and I don’t like that |
| They don’t even listen when I tell them I’ll be right back |
| (Yeah whatever) This nice beautiful house ma, it don’t mean shit |
| Cause you know daddy’s a drunk and he don’t clean shit |
| And yesterday he hit me like a grown fuckin man |
| I couldn’t stand up to him, I just ducked and ran |
| I’m sick of this, I wish on Christmas |
| that I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this |
| (Fuck it) I got no friends and I can’t get a bitch |
| Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips |
| Nothin to smile about, I’m about to lose my mind |
| Got me an automatic nine, now I’m ballin out |
| Wait 'til school’s over, pu-pil are people to shoot through |
| Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two |
| Since my friend is this new dude, in this high school |
| Losin his noodle learn that people don’t like you |
| The football jocks is, spittin on him |
| Popular kids in school is now pickin on him |
| Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him |
| And his teacher in his english class keep flippin on him |
| And now he’s grounded with no allowances |
| for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors |
| And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach? |
| Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoat |
| All I ever seen is. |
| Told me to keep silent, stop battin my eyelids |
| It’s apparent that my parents weren’t parents at all |
| That’s why I blew out my brains and murdered you all |