I’m ‘a start throwing all my porno mags inside the trash
From now on I’m jacking off to pictures of your bitch ass
I’m ‘a start throwing all my porno mags inside the trash
From now on I’m jacking off to pictures of your bitch ass

Now when you see me walking naked hating that fake shit
It’s pro’ly because [I’m having a bad day bitch]
So walk away quick don’t say shit ‘cause I don’t play bitch
And I ain’t tough [I’m a little skinny mother fucker] but I don’t take shit
Now if life was a game I would have quit long time ago
But it isn’t so I eat cheese wizdom in hopes my mind will grow
A minor blow to the head causes a major pain
When it rains sanity I’m under the vanity trying to stay insane
So pass me that bath towel
Before I have to make like mascara and lash out
Anti up or watch my posse mash out
To drive a spike below your spine to get you to back down
So who raps fast now
‘Cause I can do anything you can do better by rolling my tongue and that’s how
And I suggest, that you take it with a grain of salt
‘Cause if a bitch gets raped with a condom then it’s a safe assault
Man that shit was intense (in tents)
Like leaving a crap inside of a sleeping bag on a camping trip
Here hit this, ‘cause suckers I be vamping quick
To give them cotton mouth and never leave them with a chance to spit
Plus this mic is what my hands’ll grip
You conquered your fear of clowns and now you think you can handle IT
Shit I’m eating fried rice with Jaime’s dad
The ladies man ‘cause we two boozers smoother than a baby’s ass
So get the fuck out my face
And swallow a clock, so you can watch what you say

With your bitch in the back laughing at you
Butt naked, with your bitch in the back laughing at you
Butt naked, with your bitch in the back laughing at you
Butt naked, with your bitch in the back laughing at you

How the fuck you gonna criticize me when you don’t know my height
And I’m not a critic so if you did it then it would be a lie
And what’s up, with all these cats thinking they’re music critics
When they don’t know the half about rap or the music business
So quit fronting like a pair of tits
I’m fighting like Mike Tyson when I bite your fucking ear and spit
But Mike T lines be played out I keep a clean house
And you forgot to shut the fucking closet when you came out
I’m only rhyming when there’s seconds left
I put a net to my chest, just so I can catch my breath
So here’s my verse check it
You need to quit keeping it real and try to keep it in perspective
The facts of life are I’m first and you’re second
And I bet you can’t guess where my third leg’s been?
Nope, it hasn’t been kicking dirt up on stunts
And if sex was a woman, she’d be pretty as fuck
But all chics are stupid
‘Cause stupid chics are lunatics
They’re always messing with crap, just so they can ruin shit
I’m not the radio I’m not in tuned with it
I’m going to shows frozen to show you I’m the coolest kid
And I’m ill, plus my music’s sick
So my tracks need a vaccine before I can produce a hit
So get used to it
I’m kind of like a tailor to this rap game, because I’m ruling it
So who you fooling kid you’re stupid
You’re acting like a bag of fresh coins you’re just a nuisance (new cents)
I’m ‘bout to end this like I’m cutting my wrist
‘Cause yo I’m done (dun), like saying son with a lisp

I don’t give a fuck, ha ha ha ha
You ain’t about shit
I’m ‘a tell you this for your own benefit
I don’t give a fuck, ha ha ha ha
You ain’t about shit
Try to battle me and get your mouth split

I sit and wonder in my room if gays wear straight jackets
I want a refund on my life but it ain’t happening
I stay trapped in my room bored as heck
Call me a dummy screaming nobody loves me clutching a Portishead
And it seems I can’t afford this debt
So I pay attention with intentions on ignoring it
But what’s more important is
I’m sick of notorious Christians fronting like they’re born again
And yeah that’s a subliminal diss
‘Cause all you do is produce a bunch of miserable kids
So shut the fuck up or get lumped in the head
And don’t be thinking something’s right just ‘cause nothing’s fucking left