No introduction please
Just padding for these s**ers knees
Running on the clock, So father time couldn't f** with me
All I want in life, Is a Asian b**h with some double d's
Plan to chill with Paula Deen, After scoffing some Lima Beans
bu*t-hurt n***as constantly ask "What's f**ing wrong with me"
Claim I'm an atheist, Still priest act like they in love with me
Subtlely rip my notebook when lyrics begin to fumbling
Vinyl fits my taste when my tummy begins the rumbling
Holy sh**, Emerging from the coldest pit
On my second life, so never write is how I cope with it
All I do is sit back and watch toons on some smoker sh**
Sneaking out to board and mommy is hardly noticing
They say I'm on a Island, but really I'm hardly coasting in
I just need the paper, Cause electric bills are closing in
Room full of roaches, God damn who let the posers in
Jesus take the wheel, Guess I'll crash into a boulder then
Failing all my cla**es, But I still ask "How cold is him"
Tracks seem highly flammable, Braces brackets are smoldering
They say that I'm an addict, The way I'm constantly smoking them
Beach chair living, The way these n***as is folding in
Brain storms rolling in, Emoticons I'm holding in
Only real n***as, Still Rest In Peace to Soulja Slim
Flagged like I'm holding them, On the low I'm coaching 'em
They say this game is fixed, Well I knew that I supposed to win
Feeling like the chosen kin, All the heat I'm token in
Oops I mean I'm blowing out, And then remove an inch of doubt
Eating beef, I'm filling out
f** 'bout what you filling 'bout
My tongue is kind of dry, So I hope that you can hear the drought
Outtie like a root can*l, I hope that you can feel me now
Cause I'm not another rapper, Talking 'bout his .40 cal
Verbal bullets, Lay ya down
Tried to keep me locked away, It's kind of hard to cage a sound
b*tch