Yo I got this, I got this, it goes like this, unh
Life is what distracts you from death
Gaspin for breath

Grabbin your chest
Now look to God and ask him what's left?
No answer, now how can I pass the test?

I can't figure out the order of this !@$('s mess
I'm feelin disasterous
Massive stress

It's futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sess
Now put that to rest
I'm sportin rags when I dress

While you're mad obsessed
With Tommy Hil, Polo and Guess
Got selected best when rap was a braggin contest

Now you could of sounded like THIS
To sell records act possessed
I've blasted the best

Fast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest
Hooooes need to get their fat $$#es dressed
Masters of sex

Must have been molested [?] committed incest
Violated mother earth, grabbed her $$# and breasts
Got father time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...up

I never $#&@ with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos def
As you get gassed by the press
Me? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas left

I had to walk my way home but I forgot the address
Once I got there I had no access
To my house

Moms changed the lock 'cause of my bad $$# mouth
My bad $$# mouth? I ain't one to hold back
I know I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald black

Ask your girl about 'em yo that (*##$ is so whack
She gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clap
The way she does when she smoooookes crack

You don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak moment
Opponents are slow to react
Like when I got to gave a pound and you throw dap

Now you know that
Every man is listenin
Change your hand positioning

It makes no sense like a satanic christening
They panic from all the %#@! I bring
You ain't been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listening

I make it interesting
They keep distancing themselves from what I have to say
Peace to my family members that are gone and passed away

Day after day it makes me think about my worth and purpose
On this earth's surface
Since birth, this world has been a circus

Of three rings
Once Armageddon begins
We'll hang ourselves from the tree limbs

With G strings
You see there's too much swinging
From the hips

Read my lips
As you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue slips
But I made Linda "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star"

Sex scandals just distract you from the real problems there are
Don't get fooled my the media
Don't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin they feed to ya

Emcees to me, HA, they got lazy lips
I'mma take hip hop back to Eighty-Six
Sage Francis got you thinkin maybe it's...

All down hill from here just like the Patriots