Panic! Situation is frantic I don't got time for mantics Defense mode: Mantis Peep advantage It ain't been this sad ‘round here Since the last time liquor banished I'm gonna pop a Xanax Not that I ought to, just thought to Won't affect me much unless my stomach's gone nauseous A higher pertaining; I'm bathing in conscious I'm calling you a zombie. That's a dead man walking I'm walking tall off alcohol Baby go on led me into bathroom stall Had my boots knocking dawg Master of a cover-up as if she was a shawl And I am just a shaman Real life story Untouchable turned Brahmin Real life story Untouchable turned Brahmin And I am just a deity Disraeli Gears and Physical Graffiti And I'm still shifting gears whether or not you hear me Hard truth make a n***a see clearly There ain't a motherf**er, motherf**er near me Drink Pabst, smoke blunts, and start steering Momma in the back saying, “What is that weird thing?” That's when I pressed recline Our matter of fact has now turned separate lines My horoscope's a feline Guess that's why I never really got too much me time Waking up in the morning, I call it weed time Words you use, you could choose to define And I choose me Make a b**h cheese harder than properly baked ziti And who am I? I am just a shaman Real life story Untouchable turned Brahmin Catch me on Ocean or Collins f**ing with a villain have you swimming with the dolphins I ain't no Christian. Dumb n***a, f** a coffin! Knowledge for half-off A motherf**er came and got his a** blast off I'm on Mission: Mars I see the biggest picture. I'm watching from afar