Yo gotta bad habit
but you hit it
comin' down yo block
so uplifted it
showed me yo nose bone, big trick
burn up yo nose, you little maggot
close to a faggot, you've bin
down the stations drugged in sexed again
bin yin 'n yang, doin' that thang
where it ends, a next bang
boom, I presume yo ego needed room
monkeys on yo back
couldn't stand alone yo doom
wanna be a rockstar, with two hands,
lies can't go now, you lost yo hand
hated normal people, hide with alter ego
woman 'n a child, so yo talked all cheap yo
say you wanna gonna run a thing soon
five years later, still howlin' at the moon
semi-anarchist, fond of cannabis,
should've helped you out the pits
but your brain went sick

Even on yo job, playin' like a slob
glory pops up
claimed to be top, sick of hard labour
got the vapours
push comes to show
I went out like toiletpaper
got shank in yo hand
for I was the man
wish yo were in front, you know yo never can
sad, sad, this boy got it bad
throw up a fit - it's me you wanna hit
picture that with a nikon camera, click

I know you use people
I know you use people