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