[Produced by J Dilla] [Verse 1] Whether is from the top of the dome Or the Sinclair sin type Been surgically-brain separated Put to sleep; As soon as you sleep at me I dust n***as off. Bust a nut in the peace Clear up my f**s; Loose change is for the folding wings On his saucer whip You saw his martyr jabs with the quantum leaps Perceive as thorny when overlooked with a doobie It seems Like someone should have said something sooner But nah, they cheerfully greeted The sentient; Satin; but say his An alien parasite; until he peels off with rights Hello; You won't miss me until I'm listed, deported In poor health Have feelings; with no feelings With a fist cause all I did was flick these lil b**hes So go to hell Self-slaughter yourself with the f**ing halo Oh How you doing? Pushing plugs Crucified these Howdy Doody f**s Flub a dub Objective is to get out of this struggle dump Who bout it? Flows somatic With a spliff The ugly spick: up in smoke Show these spectators his quaggy spit n***as swear they dig us; his sweaty digits You play me; a**ault his N64 for the maintenance Is the man in airways, roads, railways, pile lines, can*ls Is the menace Verbal homicide Not keeping sh** to himself Don't got to tell me twice Not in your life Whatever the fight See Ely slammed; oh come back I'm awful when dejected In some sense you knew me f** it Stress villain Left trails for these f**s Derange an unzip A senescent f** She satisfied to see me Not knowing his berserk He wore and toured his adolescent already