Since '99 I've been dope in this
Focusin'
Unfocusin'

Sure as the sun floats and sure as the sun smokin'
I was the gun totingest
My cause told me

Don't get demoted, keep it close to your digits
You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens
I said, "I disagree"

Then I let Superhead lick on me
Strokin' the kitten, the cat stacks
'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them (*##$es

Next stop, to the top
I done went from A to X, Y
Almost at Z

Chillin' at a rest stop
My new (*##$ call her my PS3
You?

Your (*##$ #~!!@ call it my X-Box
Me I'm the rhyme ruler
Me and Denaun together

Deadly as Nas in his prime
You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor
Since '92 been a highly touted !@$!ed truth

Prolly 'bout to Eli Porta-potty somebody booth
Never sellin my soul, I'm sellin' my skills
I'm on Raps Radar now

Elliott Wilson
Painter of the underground canvas
Even though I can't freelance no more

The underground's famished
Before I settle for less then average
I'll swallow a watermelon

Follow it with a double down sandwich
I swear that God told me
Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me

All eyes on me!
I know I'm not the greatest
I go hard

Your boom box is now invaded
Bogart
Look at me today

8 years ago, I was popular for being hated
Solar!
Nickel Nines the ruler

God combined with Buddha
Gifted oblongata, prized medulla
Each lines like a computer bomb designed by Mcgyver

That only can be detonated by a MacGruber
I'm thinking if I ain't binge drinkin' then I ain't livin'
Somebody told me I'm prolly dyin', but I ain't listen

By the time it could harm me I'll prolly die by a trigger
So I'm only goin' cold turkey, right after Thanksgivin'
I paint pictures between blank scriptures

Scriptures, now just how contradictory is it that I pray?
The names Royce and I be poppin' so much #~!!@
Dwight Howard look at me sideways

And while the (*##$es try to grab all on my dick
I can't even get my own ^!$$% to rap on my %#@!
You form a clique it should be sacred

I shouldn't say %#@!
Cause the Truth Hurts
Like the (*##$ that Dre ditched

Nobody loves my ^!$$%s like me
Sober or wasted, for you there's no replacement
I swear that god told me

Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me
All eyes on me!