Intro:
Yea you know who's back on the track, It's A.O.N.
Gettin ready to drop you another hot track again


[Chorus x2]


I get angry
And let all these flows come out me
Touch the pen to the pad

And show all yall why you don't doubt me
Don't know %#@! about me
So you need to stop actin a clown

The king is back on the track
So bow the $#&@ down


{Verse 1}

Hello

I'm back
The pistol packin maniac
You're wacker than the $#&@in rapper

Who's style you jacked
When you bragged that you could rap
But you really just took a pad

Wrote down everything they had
And claimed it as your own crap
You gotta be original

When the pad hits the pencil
Whether it's Christian or it's sinful
Whether it's crazy or just plain mental

You gotta own your own rhymes, you don't want em to be rentals
You just take the instrumentals
And rap the lyrics like Wrenolds

My wide range of topics
Make you nautious until you vomit
My beat's so hot that I drop it

I take a pill and I pop it
And wash it down with some gin
And then my $#&@in head spins

And then I commit some sins
And repeat the process again
My $#&@in rhymin skills

Will have you climbin some hills
My flows kill
And you know that I don't mean to brag

But you know you gotta brag when your rhymes ignite heart attacks
Just like I ignite a fire and light it under your $$#


[Chorus x2]

{Verse 2}


Guess what
I do drugs, smack (*##$es, and slap hoes

Suck (*##$es toes
In pantyhose
And make killa flows

Drink 4-0's
Who knows
What else I can say to make you hate me

Oh yea
I killed my last girlfriend
Now no sane girl will date me

My own (*##$ mother hates me
She tells me on the daily
While she's beatin my $$#

The mother$#&@in (*##$ is crazy
I also kill kittens
And strangle you with oven mittens

Till you're no longer livin
And botherin me
I'm not kiddin

My life is $#&@ed up
I'm almost determined to get locked up
Cause I'm tired of livin this life at the bottom like a rock

It sucks
I gotta blow up
And leave this life behind me
Because I'm finding
That livin this life is too $#&@in tough

I cuss
I kill
I drink
I don't need a $#&@in shrink
Just a pen full of ink

And some $#&@in time alone to think
To come up with my next rhyme
I just need some mu$#&@in time
To escape from this life
Into the depths of my mind


[Chorus x2]