Ever notice when you talk I just cut myself?

On some ultimate f**k you, go f**k yourself

Like that was so heartfelt, you really touched yourself

I loved the part where you cried, I liked nothing else

Who me? Every breath is a criminal, critical breach

Bloody guns, speech, beat minimalisimo

Make you spin like you sniffing that god particle

That purple cloak of the dusk, an odd article

Originator decay, caterwaul brand, dawn treader rising

Hollow man bop, gliding

Shuffle through the tides of slime smiling

Could be the high or just mind control dying

f**k it throw me on the problem pile

I'm a grin from the garbage, stained parchment

Peeking out of my blinds in the apartment

Waiting for that "Hark hear that archangel calling?"



Pocket full of air plus nothing to wear

I've been told I was put here to fail

But never ask me to hail

Never ask me to hail

I'm strapped in shaved head in an electric chair

With a grin going out with a flair

But never ask me to hail

Never ask me to hail



Jesus turned water to wine, I turn liquor to ur-ine

Sex with one whore is deplorable I need four at a time

Maybe i'm lost in the grind, haunted by all I desire

Forcibly caused to be normal, bonded and tossed in the fire

Cross hairs of corporate design, cogs that all move in align-

Meant to be something other than this but I think I forgot

Shyamalan twist in the plot, camelot sword from the rock

No I won't piss in your pot, life put that bishop in pac

Visceral, villianous, vindictated by venomous vibes

Vicious, concealing, my mental illness by willing a smile

Endless, intentions to climb, uphill and piss in the sky

(Brooklyn is up in this motherf**ker so suck on our) cock



Check!

The natural magician, these rappers' nutrition

I'm shitting on their writtens while I'm pissing on their freestyles

My patterns are argyle, your's more checker board

My lecture is Lecter, your texture is pocket protector

With techniques I tech up your sector

Inspector Gadget with the ratchet

Bitch won a beauty pageant, bought her ass a rabbit

But not a furry bunny bitch I'm all about these moneys

Ah! Tummy empty and I'm dazed when sunny

So I had to sell crack cause I ain't wanna be bummy

Granny gave me couple dollars while she played gin and rummy

Off that Mobb Deep shit had me saying dunny

Done. This nigga here is not a dummy

Look at all that he has done, you niggas feeling crummy

Gummy bear you running where? It's like a fat bitch running a hundred stairs

I'm Ric Flair, with thick hair

Yelling out "Woo!" getting head in the director's chair