Dax – Why So Serious?

Why So Serious? Lyrics by Dax

I really tried to tell everybody how I felt
And they just laughed at me, well fuck it then, ha-ha-ha
It’s Dax, yeah

Last time that I talked to you guys, you thought I was mental
I explained how I felt, ’cause I thought you were people I could vent to
But you just laughed, said I’m crazy, stupid and slightly special
That I should quit or end my life, so now I resent you

Now I’m in a room all by myself, get yo’ hands off me, I don’t need yo’ help
You don’t care ’bout me or how I felt, my heart, my mind, my soul or health
I was so damn heated, I thought I was gonna melt
You discarded my cries and now I’ma have to yell
Just look in my eyes and tell me what they spell
H-E, no I’s am in plus two L’s

I’ve been searchin’, tryna find a way, trapped inside my mind is where I stay
You torment and laughed at all my pain for no reward or any type of gain
I feel the rage, it spreads inside my veins, I see the hate, it sticks inside my brain
This life is nice, but I cannot sustain, so I’m here to explain

That I ain’t an industry nigga, I’m a nigga in the industry
I got a hard dick for pussies who think I’m soft and are not feelin’ me
Why are you fuckin’ up all of my energy? I did this independently
But you had a large entity, leave me alone, don’t even mention me
I’m goin’ crazy when I look around I swear I see ten of me

I’m not bipolar, but I feel an imbalance inside me chemically
Up down, up down, go my emotions and I feel incredibly sick
But also the remedy clicks, why they’re promotin’ anythin’?
I think the weight on my chest is anxiety
Or maybe I’m tired of dealin’ with all of these different identities

If they don’t like me, then it’s jealousy
Talk behind my back because they know I got the sauce
And I’m cookin’ up this recipe, I can’t let you get the best of me
You’re not my dog, I’ve said it before, but if you were, I would name you Penelope

You cannot save face
I’ll feast on your heart on a plate on a Sunday, and I won’t even say grace
Take it out, let it R.I.P. like Beyblade, then take your mind and try to find where I reside
‘Cause I’m livin’ for free inside, but I think it’s time I move away and vacate

You make me LOL, no JK, just admit you fuckin’ hate me
Want to try and humiliate me
But no matter what you do, you’re never gonna break me
No matter what you do, you ain’t never gonna change me
I’m unique and you’re a copycat
And by the way you treat me, I can tell it drives you crazy

So here’s my advice, “Focus on yourself”
‘Cause you can’t build yourself up by breakin’ down someone else
And yeah I know negativity sells, but it’s not worth the karma you get dealt
‘Cause it comes around like a boomeran’ and whips you like a belt

You don’t wanna be me, you can’t get on this level
I’m on par with the Gods, sat down didn’t sign then spat in the face of the devil
You’ve built up too much animosity, and it’s obviously
Causin’ you to be an atrocity, and it’s slowed your whole flow
And that’s the scientific definition of viscosity

Now you gotta copy me, now you gotta say you didn’t get your swag off of me
Now you gotta spend all your money tryna keep up with me
You don’t even know what it takes or what it cost to be
Now you gotta talk about me in public
And try to discredit me to the sheep who are fuckin’ puppets
And try pretend that I’m way below when I’m way above
When everybody knows, it makes me sick to my fuckin’ stomach

So I’m about to k-k-k-k-k-kick and pop shove it
And ’cause ruckus hit you wit’ c-c-c-c-cock suck it and ’cause sudden
Hit you wit’ a couple of big buckets
Three somethin’ put ’em all together that makes five a quintuplet

Everybody knows that go hard, I’m straight rugged heatin’ up to Fahrenheit levels
Only inside ovens you are now an enemy, don’t expect to be fist bumpin’
If you see me, better get movin’ buddy and start runnin’, star-studded
People be hatin’ ’cause I be jaw droppin’, Dax

When they come battle me they be jaw lockin’ not poppin’
Put you down under inside a locked coffin’
Then I get to dancin’ and singin’ movin’ like Mary Poppins
Then I get to Peter pipin’ on your shitty writin’ while I get to pipe
Big titty bitty butt giant I’m the mother fuckin’ king
Bitch, don’t even try but if you do, I’ll ask

Why so serious? Stop actin’ like you’re on your period
My commas can’t take breaks, I’m stackin’ like bricks on ancient pyramids
How you drive me out when I’m steerin’ it
I’m 6’2, these bars too high, boy, you ain’t clearin’ it
You’re like a virgin to me, AKA no experience

I’m ’boutta make your head bounce off the wall
911 is what you’ll have to call
Hit you wit’ a cross and make your body fall
Hit you wit’ a pow just like my boy gasol

Why so se-, why so se-, why so se-, why so serious?
Why so serious?
Yeah, why so serious?