[verse 1]
I'm desecratin' everythang you veneratin'
So don't tell me who you dedicatin' ya %#@! too

I probably defecated right on they face out of spite
But knowin' my luck, they was into golden showers and the like
Aite, you know the typical "you aint my type"

Meanwhile, the one I wanted is becomin' a wife to another man
Just look at what I'm up against
Every man in my fam got a runnin' tab at every pub

Heart strings I was tuggin' at
Just snapped and I came second fiddle like Bullethead
To the Romeo Santanas - don't even know damn manners

And still got mad (*##$es in Craftmatics
Me bein' a prodigy caused mad havoc
You're deep mobbin' and you got deep pockets

But when it come to this rap %#@! I need coffins
Kill a MC target while I'm sleep walkin
And because I'm brown skinned, President got briefed on it?!

Get a time machine tell him he won't amount to %#@!
Kill his self-esteem, there he go smokin' loud again
Did he inhale? Now who gives a $#&@ about the kid?


[hook]
Let's get this %#@! jumpin', I'm who you stuck with

Lookin' for change but it still amount to nothin'
If you don't $#&@ with Skepsys, then kick buckets
If you don't $#&@ with this %#@!, then yo you buggin'


[verse 2]
Throw me an $$#ist

I'm like Kobe with the passes
After puff puff I just wouldn't pass it
Kicked out of the circle and can't afford the habit for myself

So I had to stop smokin'
Aint got %#@! to brag about and can't stop boastin'
That's why I start rappin' and can't stop flowin'

Hit up Lindsay Lohan and tell her to start blowin'
Damn it, she thought I was talkin' cocaine
But I'm the only rapper that's not in the !@%!e game

So how the $#&@ I'm (sup)'posed to profit off of a hoe's pain
God damn it was a dope day
Until I woke up and had to look at yo face

A blow up doll wouldn't give me #~!!@ for air
Laughed in my face and said to me grow me a pair
The coldest shoulder had to give me the chills

And that's the reason that I'm here lookin' for cheaper thrills

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[verse 3]
They said dyin' in my sleep would be peaceful

Well they must've forgot my dreams are full of evil
In competition for how %#@!ty they can treat you
And every night they double-back and get a damn redo

I probably had one too many days
I go to weight watchers lookin' for Jenny Craig
And how the $#&@ I'm (sup)'posed to feel with blue testes and belly aches?

Testy to the say least, so give me death or give me space
And take a look into the nearest happy home
Make a book about the $#&@ed up %#@! goin' on

Publish it under the pseudonym of Peepin' Tom
But yo the check cuttin' could never get deep enough could it?
Cause a fly on any wall that you could put it

Is finna smell the %#@! and then it got to buzz to it
And I'ma be spewin', shootin' off at the mouth
That's what I thought speakin' my peace/piece was all about

I'm out

[hook]