[Co-Stanza]
My body riddled with a little bit of narcissism
I'm top dog bite worse til I bark in rhythm
I talk lots in the shop when I'm walking the block yet obnoxiously i'm causing aneurysms
I skate Bam to Margera, damn look in the mirror
The fear of inadequacy stacks til you're amoebas who
Change shape and wait for great days to be
Given to em silver platter met with canned laughter
I giggle like the mad hatter beer battered and deep fried
Yet he'd rather be 3 high in a Sweeny Todd meat pie
So now do you see why?
It's dificil to be real reeling from ear spearing ba** drops
Appear fearing hate naah
When I flow so hard and I can't stop but I'm blown so thin that I go pop
No top on the jeep
Bobbing and weaving Adam and eve been keeping the peace
I started the rap game human race I'm bout as gross as cumin taste
I flew the coup recuperate (what)
The cinema style the super 8 I finna be doper than p-squares
Looking at me hoping he cares with a dope a** beat better beware
Wanna be there
Know I'd leave the three chairs musical
Beat up the beat but the beat so beautiful
Head my warning and be gone in the morning
I'm ripping up a track til the block is adoring
The culdesac I spring back til it's boring
Leaving all the fans on the floor and they're snoring