News Reporter: This is the site of the twelve victim massacre, here we have a witness; uh Sir, what do you think about th-
Mit: HI MOM! (Haha!)
Shoutout to my granddad, the greatest dad I've ever goddamn had.
Never knew my siblings, lasses and lads I never met.
Real dad packed his bags, turned his back,
all while my mother nags, breaking me from the thoughts I have.
I guess being no dad, and just an asshole, a bad man
in this city is Detroit's goddamn fad.
Gary, know I'm not sad, if I see ya I won't be glad, instead
look me in the eyes, HEY DAD what you see, me being mad?!
Baseball fan, huh? I'm off your door mat with a Tigers bat.
An hour later, I lost my dad, now a vigilante. I'm the second coming of Batman.
And here we have... the birth...
Of what's under your bed... monsters...
Come to take this... damned Earth...
(M)it's... the birth of a monster....
Now I'd never hurt a woman, who didn't deserve it ("Hey mom!").
Once you see my family you'd get nervous, but know the stories behind my verses.
They say it gets better, but it just worsens. My grandmother learned that,
Cancer's in her system, my grandfather looking worse on the surface.
(He's not burping, I think he's purging)
Love birds are swerving for them, mournin'.
Every morning, they're still not soaring.
Dad wakes me up to go to school for my learning, while the world around me's burning.
All of it is concerning me. Counselors don't know shit about me, taking context out my words it seems.
They're full of it, both still hungry and thirsty.
It's absurd, what's happening to me?
And here we have... the birth...
Of what's under your bed... monsters...
Come to take this... damned Earth...
(M)it's... the birth of a monster....
I sit in the back of class, writing thoughts in a note pad, drawing these
lines. Three bullies come up to me, wondering what I'm jotting,
Probably wanting my fucking lunch money. Their names, we'll say Chad, Justin, and Sonny.
Chad takes my pad, Justin mutters the words, Sonny's laughing like a dummy.
They read the word Mit (Mit. Mit? What's Mit?) my name's been said,
Easy way to say it is "you dudes are goddamn dead".
Chad's been smacked, blood coming out his nose, get him a tampax.
Justin's runnin', catch up and get your fuckin' punching.
Sonny's done with one kick to the chest, stab in the tummy.
Students look and they knew who did it. Flee the scene,
and the next day the police ring. Tim? That's not me!
And here we have... the birth...
Of what's under your bed... monsters...
Come to take this... damned Earth...
(M)it's... the birth of a monster....
...Who are you?
Call me Mit.