Verse 1:
I'm the wickedest; ain't nobody as sic as this
Even with syphillis, you can't be as sick as me
It's no mystery, I've proved it throughout history
I'll put you in misery like gettin' pistol whipped
So, hit a fifth; slow your brain down like a little kid
Then hit a spliff, 'n make your head spin with me
Y'all feelin' me? It's not old school like a little league
I'm vividly spittin' these rhymes without the innocence
Smoke so much, I'm coughin' smog. No problem, I'll walk it off
There's been a lot of pot, that's probably the reason
That's also prob'ly even with the cigarettes I'm breathin'
Got my chest heavin' 'n wheezin' on 'n off
But still got the hottest songs with no chorus off the rocks
Forget the blah-zi-blah, I've got you feenin' for my singin';
Leavin' you believin' that no one can come even
Close to where I'm reachin', so know it's not for talk
Verse 2:
Goin' off the wall with this rhyme scheme, it's connected
In so many different ways, it's just f**in' crazy
There's just no way that you could expect it
'N it's all happenin' 'cuz my mind's a little hazy
I'm thinkin' sometimes that I've been misdirected
'Cuz there's just no one around that's gonna save me
Countless times I've told y'all how my life is hectic
And it's all because everybody's so zany
I'm a skinny f**er, but I'm not anorexic;
Still strong 'n crafty enough to make you wish you were in Hades
Some might consider me to be eccentric
'Cuz I'm spittin' rhymes that seem a little shady
And when I do say something that sounds schizophrenic
There's really no reason that you would have to hate me
'Cuz all the sh** I'm sayin' I'm not tryin' to get messed with
So don't you come around here tryin' to play me
Verse 3:
This next line is verified by anyone who's knowin' me
I do all this rap sh** just for the poetry
So get your head ready for what I spit vocally
'N if you get confused, that's the way it's supposed to be
Get a dictionary and read it if you need it
So you comprehend the lyrics the next time they're completed
If you listen 'n miss it, then get that sh** repeated
Or you might get lost 'n the whole purpose is defeated
Every time I rhyme, I try to showcase vocabulary
If I do my job right, that means that I have you very
Aggravated every year from January to January
Partially because I show you how the facts are scary
Just remember, sometimes I'm talkin' out my a**
'N yes, even sometimes I balk about the gra**
But other times it gets me coughin' out my 'nads
So, just clear your mind when I talk about my past