[Verse 1] I'm on smack, meth and other sh** I can't pronounce Performing surgeries before anaesthetic is handed out And I ain't got any other sh** to rap about So, uh, slap a spouse, guns, violence and blacking out I'm here to tell kids to try d** And if you don't like 'em you ain't tried the right ones I'm sick enough to hack at your neck 'til it shatters the blade Snap your head off and stitch it back in its place Come back a week later to re-enact it again And still make you come on stage to f**ing battle that way I still try stab people with guns Plant bombs on school buses Back seat to the front Here to cause sh** and then leave in a rush And get high when I hammer acid sheets to my tongue I can't see God ever letting me in 'coz chances are I'd even try and sell crack to him (No hook nah don't mind that. Rewind that instrumental back) [Verse 2] There's a subliminal message hidden Within this rhyme which was written Before lunch time Quit b**hin & cryin' No body want to hear you whining Busy strivin for detention Trynna get attention But you forgot to mention That you're just a Mr. GoodyTwoShoes That doesn't drink booze or get high Go ahead try win you're gunna lose So choose a side in or out With or against Pride or glory Free or bound There's no sorry Take a Crown Make your choice Don't think twice Just roll the dice And take control of Life