This is preposterous
I talk a lot of sh**, I squat thrust a hippopotamus
Stuffed in a Plymouth, stacked on ? monuments
Stacked on all eight-hundred and eighty-seven Easter Island monoliths
Misogynist, welcome to Narcotics Anonymous
Honest, it's been three years since I popped or sniffed
Copped a binge, how am I not a stiff?
For the simple fact I should have OD'd like Bonham did
I felt the stage ? twice and I got a kid
I'm the result of a condom ripped
Full moon facing like ? locked in a closet, piss
Necrophiliac nympho, jerkin' off in a graveyard to virgin suicides locked in cribs
All jokes aside, my co*k is big, yeah, dude, hip-hop's the sh**
...not, I'm not positive, I rock a wig
In my house and walk around talking to inanimate objects
Like it's not you, it's the chair I got a problem with
10x slacker, not a modern kid
And mostly every crew I work with I consider little punks
Battle rap nerd, backpackin' simpletons
Drippin' prepubescent pimple puss
I like tits so big they can wrap around my waist
So behind my back, the nipples touch, I'm sick of d**
I bury you alive, wait 'til you die, then dig it up
And how about this; I rap cause it's an outlet
If I don't jump in the booth, I'll end up sneaking in houses
?? white picket fence families with night gowns and blouses
Found with ligature marks, snagged and molested on couches
And I like hippie chicks who think I'm a genius
Black hair, skin fair like melanin depletion
And almost overdose like Peaches
My shows comatose to in freezes
Rumors of me as scumbag, I'll be it
If I cum in your mouth, don't try to speak, you can keep it
My s**ual obsessions almost f**ed up my program completion
I puked a lot and threw chairs in group during treatment
Behold the fire spitter, I burn like a Phoenix
And don't front, my style is hot
I went from c**aine viles, rifles and cops
Puffin' White Rhino in bongs
To psych board suicidal and watch
How you gonna survive when all your idols were shot?
We'll be back in a TC within three weeks, like it or not
Or layin' inside of a box
I may smile but I won't hold a bible, get signed or go pop
I make music for depressed kids, stuck in hole with no rope to climb to the top
Just a rope to tie in a knot around their necks
Signed "Goodbye cruel world, leaving the flies to the cops"