Dr. Dre - Negative Minds lyrics

[Hook] No one can save me so why would I pray to the sky I swear I'll stay out of line until the day that I die I'm a f**in' problem, you can see the hate in my eyes 'Cause it's hard to be positive around negative minds [Verse] My mind's a live wire, like a Mountain Dew But everybody around me's spillin' the fountain's youth Pretty soon it's gon' be plain old water And the rain'll blow harder, any rainbows? Nada I guess I gotta rise above it or I will suffer So I'm focusing on eatin' you guys for supper So try to cover my mind with negativity, quickly I will grip my sickle, stick you when I'm kickin' these similes I'ma spit till infinity so quit nic-fitting to rid of me I'm MLB, you're little league, I'll sh** on you literally When you're need of an enemy, don't pick me I'm really mean I'm a sinister, admit that all your writtens are trickery So trick or treat, I'ma frickin' beast, I'm sick when I'm rippin' beats I will flip if you mention me or even think about dissin' me I'll eat your delicious meat, use my sickle to pick my teeth Then I'll dip to the city streets for a McChicken at Mickey D's Just a tip if you're listening; I'm mentally unstable I'm able to cook the best MC, the recipe was fatal I was meant to be an A-hole, I rock it with confidence You're the opposite of hot, you spit like you're s**in' a co*k or dick I'll lock a b**h in the trunk, pop it when the clock hits six Then have thoughts, "should I watch her rot or chop her into lots of bits?" What's causing this? It's obvious that your negative thoughts have just Ruined my brain, if not that, I guess my f**in' noggin's split Either way, I've lost my sense, cause chaos in your metropolis You're soft as cotton, I'm probably gonna cause the apocalypse You're preposterous, a glitch with more lags than an octopus Incompetent, calling you stupid would be a compliment Now who's being the negative one, son? I'm a dark cloud, gloomin' till everyone runs I'm sick of conundrums, do a way with you crumb bums Then I get sketched out and I stay in my dungeon For days, I'm a waste of space, least that's what I've been told And so I am an oddball like Molly Ringwald In Pretty In Pink, idiots think I'm spitting for the kitty and rings That's petty to me, really I just spit sh** to be free I'm absurd, my last words'll probably be backwards No raps filled with actors, rappers on bad terms It's a**ured, I'm a raptor when I smash verbs Laughter, the only way you'd be the sh** is rat turds I'm bringing back that boom bap, so you can a**ume that You're meeting your doom after I spit my tune raps Oops, crap, I mean rap tunes, I'm a baboon Colder than a statue, givin' rappers stab wounds