[Verse 1] I'm pissed again I'ma offend you and all your friends with the work of a pen And my vocals and I'll go to everyone who's local screaming cause I'm loco I'm holding a parking meter to shove down a hoe's throat when I see her She got her tongue stuck and it went down her whole throat Rip it out with a giant magnet, then go to pole volt No more of that “Just The Two Of Us” sh** “BONNIE AND CLYDE DON'T FUSS IT!” My trust quit, I ain't trusting no one That's why I got those guns to blow tons of Shoguns Now enough with the metaphors I just met a who*e who gave my eyes a mega sore [Interlude] “HEY! THAT'S RUDE!” “GO fu*k YOURSELF!” [Verse 1] Rappers, to tell people that you're the sh** is like saying “global warming's” a myth And don't compare me to Eminem Yeah, I'm a white rapper and all those so called disses? I was kidding Em' I got R-E-S-P-E-C-T for the Big E So let's party G I'ma spit this verse and disperse Ricky into a song with no sympathy on his verse [*Beat plays*] Verse 2 Yeah, I'm W-H-I-T-E and got a tons of rappers wanting to be me But, I'm just a regular person Why my personality worsened in reality I had real brutality Cause people don't treat me like a normal h*mosapian
They act like I'm a higher power, and are like “Aye! How's Ricky been?” When they've never spoken to me before, treated me like sh** but now have a sudden allure for me and think they know me when I mention some life events Yes, in some songs, Ricky vents, But don't pity him for the songs he presents Rhymes only help me vent and stay stable for my underground label But while we speaking of labels, Don't see me as the evil unstable Guy flipping the tables Just to be an a**hole, I'm more mature than that That was just the place at the time where me and my pen sat [*Beat Plays*] Verse 3 I got a twisted sense of humor, like that time where I said I'm a tumor In society teaching your kids not to turn to sobriety, I was the one who said d** were the sh**, and laughed when parents had a fit I don't think d** are great, I do support pot, but my demonic self won't reincarnate I wanna be me and do old school like Beastie Boys, let's Adrock to sound like we gon “Make Some Noise” Oh Yes, remember those times, where we'd explode rhymes, with nice scratches let's take ‘em out of the stashes and restart the whiplashes Take it back to the times where Hip-Hop was born And execute the time where Hip-Hop was torn