I swear to God I'm a center bark/
I've been converted to the ocean, I'm a k**er shark/
Open up the console, you'll see where the seal is marked/
Travel to Cortland and watch my homie play at Center Park/
Watch that Diesel flow/
Hit some dingers, open up the tin and pack some Cope/
Maybe Wintergreen or Mint, I'll pack some with you, bro/
Getting tired of being played by broads, man, I'm sick of hoes/
That's all I got to say about the women that are trashy/
Don't get me wrong, men are pricks too, you choose the pa**ing/
Light up a Stoge and watch Ambers come off ashy/
I'm looking for some twins, shout out to Mary Kate and Ashley/
Yeah, I'm messing up the Bristol/
Come heavy with that accent and I'll fire off my pistol/
Public speak with Bristol Palin, shoot off thirty missiles/
Crash landing into Africa and dust off dirty crystals/
Seven dogs with the tags and pilots/
Respect the fallen, all I need is a little silence/
Face on to ISIS, with little or no guidance/
I'll k** every one of you towel heads with a flaming trident/
Yo, this is no joke/
I'm coming from the underground, wheeling no spokes/
I don't even need a pen to write more than you've wrote/
I'll do 7 different shows and I won't choke/
So what I'm Skitzo/
I am so insanely far from sanity that it's distal/
I'm falling into air waves, breathing in some big tokes/
I will cut your flows so sharp, man, I swear it'll be slit throat/
Thank you Kato, Jarren Benton for this blessing/
I need a unique beats like this to show up and test me/
I know many people don't know me ‘cause mainstream won't let me/
Get into the atmosphere where I can start recollecting/
I should be higher than I am at this moment/
I won't lose faith, like Pony Boy stayed Golden/
But these critics bend me over like they're searching for my colon/
Talking like, “Whatchu talkin' bout Willis?” – Gary Coleman/
I'm so clever with the treasure it creates a lotta shock/
I'm wrapping up my words like they're Abotto lot/
Yeah, and that's all I got/
It's time to roll out like I'm an Auto Bot/