[Verse 1: Will Rehm]
I'm not a pessimist, I was thrown into a mix full of gloomy lunatics in need of a mental health specialist
A lyrical terrorist
Word extremist
A Rhyming chemist
The strangest emcee to ever touch the mic
I lick shot's threw my tongue and a stomp box
I drink peroxide to heal my insides
Looking co*keyed
Walking out side
I got a lot of problems, now everybody on my blocks got them
Screaming f** the world like 2Pac when them two cops shot him
Bleeding like ripped hymen
I'm armed with a firearm the size of a lineman, a Lisa Ann Iron on
Took Simon and piledrived him
I'm slim
Standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon
Someone hang this man
Went to the news stand some dudes hopped out of a blue Van
Lit the first man on fire, the next f*ggot gave me his shoes like they didn't fit him
Pulled out my gun and started dropping them in a rhythm
The Grim Reaper keeps playing games on me
Am I keeper? Or am I just gonna die from a seizure, bite my tongue off like a deranged creature?
Jeepers!
Beat your wife in a Wife-beater
Take your daughter and keep her
Sadistic pleasure
Too much Pressure
Looking for weapons in a Webster dictionary
My vision scares me
I don't believe what I see
I argue with every thought I have
On behalf of my self I'll probably cut my wrist in half and burn in hell
I rock the mic well it ain't hard to tell
Went to the Hotel rang the bell for service
A Cartel came through with Carmel Stilettos
Good thing these fellows were in the Ghetto
I said "hello" and stabbed the first dude with a sharp flute, knocked him over stole his loot and bit him
Called my crew in Timbs and yelled "Get him!"
We chased these f**ers to the gym, pinned all of them and skinned them
Hopped in the Station Wagon like we some futuristic Pilgrims, burned all of our victims, their Chickens, and kicked their Kittens
Blew a piston right by some Christians, they all flew a way like some Pigeons
Cause we the Satanic Villains, f** Religion
The only important decision I make is which prescription to take
I'm a snake who will break your chin and drown you in Detroit Lake
This b**h is faker than her finger nails and eye lashes
I grow a mustache and grab her a** faster than the Flash and dash all the way back to the Neverland Ranch with a f**ing ham sandwich
Vanish, and come back speaking Spanish in Spandex
Check my pulse, my skulls dull
The sh** I say don't make sense like Dykes using dil*os
I dose off on some not supposed to overdose No-Doze pills
My rhyming sk**s got you climbing hills
This sh** still ain't paying the bills
So I guess I'm going in for the k**
Why guess? It's a yes or no answer so yes I will
People don't buy sh** no mo' they just dub it
You gotta make them fear you before they feel you, so everybody buy my CD or I'm a come k** you