Verse 1 - Ill be that back pack rapper Ill in the mental Phycho potential All the parentals so f**ing judgemental They say that I should be dead But nothing for me goes unsaid They make me tremble and Its cold, Like I told that girl I sold my soul for coal They tell me to take control But I just letitgo Fear and loath.. ing Hook: Taking control Gaining control It's beyond my control Like my heart and my soul Damn this sh** is getting old Verse 2 - On those pills that give those thrills And they, just been givin me chills Im dressed to k** Black suit and katana So Prep a line of blow Elegant my flow Like Marilyn Monroes front row strip show So much cla** to pa** out Cla** like Sinatra No Doubt I shout f** swag Missus you can go f** yourself because We the rebel types Attack like wesley snipes But were white Play around with the organ pipes Bumpin to that MellowHype sh**, And we Have no legal rights (Break) Midsummer night Heart full of fright at the burial sight Strike to the head Say goodnight Drop dead Throw her in the trunk bed The rest ill leave unsaid It's all Ill-logic It's so demonic INCOMPLETE