[Intro]
Ya'll gotta understand, I... it took me about...
Man, f** that
I had this song in my head for eight months
Metal doors. Stankin'-a** n***as
Back in the oven
Mic check Twenty-twleve
Danny Audio on the outside this time
Heh...
Yo...
Matter fact, f** that, hold on
I'mma keep recording. I feel like waiting
Motherf**in' justice made me wait
Alright, I'm ready
[Verse 1]
No more interviews, I look like a beginner in 'em
If ya'll need to, pick a clue and view it
Every summer there's a new chick
A Starchaser or a hard laser or a broad with large paper
No dick or no dough, they become Charles haters
Faraway radio stations can hear the broads hatin'
Today's topic lost her V-card to me
I didn't want to but I did, retardedly
She expected me to say she's all I need
I didn't penetrate her though, we did it cyber style
She felt it while I just kinda smiled
Haven't spoke to her in quite a while, or did I lie just now?
Do you trust me? Now you should decide my style
Time is winding down, am I a goth or do I fight the power
Which is louder? I'm focused like a hit of sour
Tarot cards, go pick a tower
[Hook]
Trust is my self right to suicide
Why trust my self right to suicide?
I lie to find, an angel in suicide
Why cry? I still have not deserved to die
[Verse 2]
So what happened to the cyberspace cherry?
She got all different, started ego trippin'
Tried to talk sense into her, she won't listen
Then again I was high, happened, it didn't
Backwards is a question, asking' for respect then
Pa**ion is a dead end
We haven't even met yet, she has me as her best friend
The tracks I leave molested has her laughing at my essence
Only one battery accepted
Black, green, and red sh**
My white girl's a masterpiece from Texas
I actually respect them, but you keep asking me to trust them
So I lie to them
No, I don't love them and don't want to f** them
No, this just in
Injectin' lust when other questions suspend
My reliability does bend when you rush it
Lady Luck just finished blushing
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
With no condom I go incense and burn it
Infest your senses with incest from a hermit
"It could go all the way" - Chris Berman
But my former ex's disease left Chris burnin'
Former ex, like during what form of s**?
Worn by execs, important to stress "former ex"
Was I really with her?
Or was it a dope musical motion picture?
Was it cold this winter?
I was woo'd up, hot like no December
Aliens came down and I ain't even notice n***as
Said no to biblical scriptures
Went toe-to-toe with lyrical n***as
Called so-and-so a b**h, he remembers
But I was drunk and high
I ain't trying to mix it up like Duncan Hines
But believe me, I'm in a cell
No frontin' time, here's my blanket, now I'm going under mine
[Hook]