Whoever did these lyrics last failed... I'll try to fix what I know. There will probably still be some errors. Thanks to desoan/bboy mic, not alexander_whatever.

The dynamic is gigantic, despite panic,

I lie in a white hammock and write like I like xanax,
The bite of a slight manic, depressin' the lights damage,
I strike with the left brain despite that I'm right-handed.


And I fight gamed, the lives of a "trite bandit"
And the lies of the same type of spite that got Christ branded.

God damn it, what kind of %#@! is he on?
I can tell a buster by the structure of his genome.
You see i speak on a whole other level,

I expose the tail and rip the horns from the devil.
Of course I'm a rebel, %#@!, more so than ever.
My coarse flow will sever your whole torso, whatever.

I'm the mother-$#&@in' problem feeder,
And if that ^!$$%'s the best, then I'm a goblin eater.
Your aspirations will make you an apparition,

Your lack of occupations will have you with lacerations. You wack, face it, you acting
In fact, I'm waiting to strap you inside the strap and slap you with affirmation.
#~!!@ ^!$$%, don't be trippin' with a psycho,

I will have your #~!!@ drippin' blood like a cycle.
And I know I can only get so far,
Plus I'm from the bay so I'm stuck below those bars.

And I know you think we all flow below par but you gotta admit that I'm the sickest ^!$$% so far.

Hold on, where the $#&@ did he come from?

Please don't stick me in a box with these dum-dums,
Umm - and it's not just fear, %#@!
There's whack ^!$$%s everywhere, not just here

And it's not just queers, no problem rock steady,
But will Kanye please come out the closet already?
For god sakes, it's 2009.

If you sort of like guys, just shout it it's fine.
There's no doubt in my mind that it was bound to happen any day,
And I'm just saying what everybody's thinkin' anyway.

Anyway, you should laugh about it.
See I take what I feel, then I rap about it.
I'm like Jackson Pollack, paintin' acts of violence,

With an axe that's polished, through a rapper's knowledge,
And in fact I promise, if I'm strapped for dollars,
No matter what, I ain't ever going back to college, $#&@ them.

Tuck em in the ground, no hesitation,
I don't need a docile version of education.
My sedation is war, my medication is metaphor,

When I spit ^!$$%s often beg for more.
I'm not a !@^%, I understand that less is more,
Lyrically tested boar, boil your flesh and more,

Take you from the low, and press it in like a dresser drawer,
This is what you call hip-hop in its rarest form.