[Verse 1]
Yeah, time for my warm-up
'Coz it's about time I got my throne back
Up out the underground like a domesticated mole rat
I'm dope but sh**, you know that
So watch your f**ing tone, Jack
Before I run up in your crib rocking a Casey Jones mask
Toss your f**ing furniture out of the second floor gla**
And ransack your Advil, Penicillin, and Prozac
Follow it with a fatty and a 40 full of Cognac
Dropping sh** so dirty they're asking me where the soap's at
Lost without a road map, way too far to go back