stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage crzy Track 3 from "Maiden" by The You Essay Yo! I had it asked a million times of me, "What's wrong with you?" I wish I had a million dollars so at least I knew. I'd pay for half-a-million tests, and when the tests were through, I know they'd only say, "What's wrong is that he's not like you." I got a million different reasons to evade the public, Not the least of which is cause I know how much they love it. Whatever goal they set themselves, they set me above it. They may be wearing a ring, but it's my heart they covet. When I step in my own jam in my homeland it's like, "Bam!" But, step out of the tent and it's no-man's land. I'm holding plans to make fast and slow jams and grow fans, but no man's gonna slow my fam with old plans. Holding up hands and demanding a payment at the border -- some kind of toll-tax! I pull stacks of untold facts and exact my revenge which extends from my pen like an ax-wielding limb... (...and if you had a secret wish, I wouldn't know what it is... ...and if you had a million kids, I wouldn't know what gives... ...and if you had a great thought, you wouldn't know it lives... ...and if you hadn't got with me, you wouldn't know these kids... ...and if it makes you sick to ask, well then, it's not your biz... ...but if it doesn't make you sick, you'll get a lot of gigs! ...bitch.) stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage