[Produced by J Dilla]
[Verse 1]
Whether is from the top of the dome
Or the Sinclair sin type
Been surgically-brain separated
Put to sleep; As soon as you sleep at me
I dust n***as off. Bust a nut in the peace
Clear up my f**s;
Loose change is for the folding wings
On his saucer whip
You saw his martyr jabs with the quantum leaps
Perceive as thorny when overlooked with a doobie
It seems
Like someone should have said something sooner
But nah, they cheerfully greeted
The sentient;
Satin; but say his
An alien parasite; until he peels off with rights
Hello;
You won't miss me until I'm listed, deported
In poor health
Have feelings; with no feelings
With a fist cause all I did was flick these lil b**hes
So go to hell
Self-slaughter yourself with the
f**ing halo
Oh
How you doing? Pushing plugs
Crucified these Howdy Doody f**s
Flub a dub
Objective is to get out of this struggle dump
Who bout it? Flows somatic
With a spliff
The ugly spick: up in smoke
Show these spectators his quaggy spit
n***as swear they dig us; his sweaty digits
You play me; a**ault his N64 for the maintenance
Is the man in airways, roads, railways, pile lines, can*ls
Is the menace
Verbal homicide
Not keeping sh** to himself
Don't got to tell me twice
Not in your life
Whatever the fight
See Ely slammed; oh come back
I'm awful when dejected
In some sense you knew me
f** it
Stress villain
Left trails for these f**s
Derange an unzip
A senescent f**
She satisfied to see me
Not knowing his berserk
He wore and toured his adolescent already