[Hook:]

"Why ask why do you need a reason?"

"While you're squakin' I'll be chillin' like a vulcan" [x6]



Look who's disgusted to tell of a relationship just drag

Life's a drag Excessions for a drag I'm down to rags

And breaks from my old cassette tape

My boomer box filled with this for the audio rate

Ain't nothin' greater then some shakable bubonic

My jams the chronic

Suggestive the whole mind state is pure agressional best infession

Baby you and me can get  down

My boogie live my family jive with the woofer and down aaaye!

I explore rappin' within the groove I make things happen 

And ask when I critique myself to rappin' beats

I sign my strength get to length 

Then pray apon the weak I'm absolete

Without brew I just don't know what to do

A soul mystifiers on bound action like the truth

My baby boo thinks stack I got my tootsie roll on hold

Weak to the nareic known as Sugar Baby 

MC's back up yeah yeah as this plaque unfolds

 1-2 I'm disgusted like that. 1-2 Down to Earth is disgusted like that

1-2 I'm disgusted like that. 1-2 In every sense of the word

"While your squakin I'll be chillin like a vulcan" [x4]



Check it now baby listen, I'll remain sane within my restrictions 

So much heat in my kitchen Ikeep the arrogent just bitchin 

My back sternI learn so many suckers carry shanks 

Before you can blink your feelin the insertion of the break 

I'm head overdue the world and it's ways 

I except fake like most MC's except props 

And now I'm thinkin', I'm thinking of relationships

No thanks for your help Down 2 Earth is at self

Now baby bust it

Why you have to leave me so disgusted

The thought of having to leave reinfested

Our love was thick but in the end you be the diz

My name is Eric and I'm sure you won't forget it

For now I have to leave you with a pound and some distance

No reminising this is far for me to get you in

So I've been feusin; baby you and me ain't down

1-2 mic checkin' as I leave you with this question



[Hook x4]



The frustrated far from fasinated 

Between the lust and the hated portrier of your avment

From a lover to a hater all that matters 

Is that the Eath makes splatters

Mission mode stop the presses, the pressure is depression

No depression just boredom

Stop naggin' me, attitude antagastige

My boots are knockin' but my door is locked

I got some force to crack a fills and plus a jung on the track

Hip hop should never front on me

back to whom it my concern form the pleasure to terror

Inbetween a rock and a pillow 

Too bored to stay awake but I can't get caught sleepin'

I must of slept no regrets I ddin't slip sleep slumbers

No time to get involved pick a number



[Hook]