Call me verbal the gerbil, Kevin spacey laced the kush seeds,
Paced the rap needs, so stick to what Oprah reads,
Book club, Im not the one so you can join the get shook club,

And I'm Mufasas mother$#&@ing lion cub,
Hold me up over the cliff, give me a catchy riff,
Say Im swift, give me that extra push to get a lift,

Honestly can't tell me that this room is not spinning,
If this is losing then %#@! I don't ever wanna be winning,
$#&@ Charlie Sheen, call me Carlos Estevez

Rendez vous at a strip club with $$#orted mistresses
Miss mistress is, smoking khalifa that could shame wiz,
Blowing rings that could shame Olympics logos kids,

So watch your photo business, and the drinks you ingest,
Because poisons sweet as love and the blind test,
Digest, readers want to be my guest,

VIP and BIG but now its Sean instead of Wallace
Gates and jobs instead of Calvin and Hobbes,
Always with a pipe, new use for old corn cobs,

Gobstoppers, jaw droppers either way your mouths busted,
In god we must put all faith into leaders untrusted,
Trust me, ive got guaren to a tee

Two of us two a fault, Company and revenge served in three
You'll see, hopes most accurately invested into me
Let it breathe, let the beat clap thats how its supposed to be,

Hook:
Son, you can get jacked,
If you want in front of me, you wont be intact

React, step up to the plate and get smacked
If you want a refund, give them a quarter back and get sacked
Wait a couple seconds, fade out to black

If you wanna bring it on, bring the beat right back
Verse 2:
Once, twice, on that third is how vision was intended

Set of eyes, invisible optical is how ignorance is prevented,
Look at how humans we're invented,
Concept of time spoiled the whole bunch, made the minds demented

Reprimended, collected and then the ideas were all spent
Twenty percent with eighty theres no common sense
No common tents, pitch your own

Everyone wants the mic, but we hog the megaphone
Everyone wants to bite, yet hesitates when you're alone
%#@! you wanted the spotlight, set the tone

Black and white, grey in between that
New York hat, even though Im beyond caps,
Cant shoot me,

Greenhouse, smoking weed so just try and pollute me,
Monorail, one track mind you couldn't commute me,
Error four oh four, you robots simply cannot compute me,

Hook:
Outro:
Scheming to end this career, thats a good plight,

End you with my power possibly, now thats a good might
So have a good night,
Paint my armour black as the dark knight, this a good fight

Bane of my existence, fighting pain in real life,
Lars and the real girl, on mars with surreal sights,
Im good, stepping out my front door and lifting up that hood,

If you wonder what a wikkid kid could chuck and you don't know you should