[k**station]
My demeanor is mean
But I'm cleaner than clean
Like a Hungry Man dinner
No Lean Cuisine
b**h I'm boutta be famous
Like Charlie Sheen
Then I'll die on Christmas
Like Martin, Dean
Come back to life
I'm seventeen
A worldwide tour
Is my monthly routine
Then I realize I'm dreaming
This can't be true
Sleeping in my parent's basement
And I'm twenty two
Five years of my life
Washed right down the drain
Now I'm feeling so numb
Like novocaine
b**h I'm feeling insane
But I can still rap (barely)
I'm feeling like allah
In ackbar's trap
b**h I don't need a strap
My body is a weapon
I've been squeezing necks like lemons
Ever since I was eleven
And I got a confession
I never learned my lesson
I still make people feel threatened
I'm a motherf**ing felon
I'm not going to heaven
I'm smelly like resin
I'm poison like venom
Expressing aggression
At any given second
It's depressing
Ten years of therapy without progression
I know you got some questions
But I'll f**ing leave you guessing