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/