People been asking why im rapping
Is it just a habit im having or'm I actually at it so bad im an addict
Take a look at me, does it look like all this rap makes me happy?

I'd gladly be backing out of this rap, but can't cause im lacking the passion
Of working, it's like this rap %#@! is static,
I can't get out of it as long as it attracts me so badly

So magically catchy, just like this bag filled with acid, like Eminem wont loose myself,
Cause it's my chance and ill grab it
Man it's my secret drug, the %#@! that's keeping me up,

when I feel the world is %#@!ting on me, become a demon in cuffs,
plus I need to get bucks, choke you till the breathing will stop,
I was born to raise hell too, like im steven seagal with a mic in my hand,

$#&@ed up till I get my vicadin back, strap your $$# to a bomb,
with my $#&@ing psychic attached, you might get attacked,
I'll get your childrens bicycles trashed, I'm liking my fans,

but haters gets a knife in their backs