[Intro] Yo [Verse 1] Slightly unhinged, might have run thin with my patience I might have plunged in to the basin I might have sung hymns and replaced them with bad words Maybe a false prophet, crazy with bad nerves Maybe a failed rapper, maybe a legend Maybe on the up or maybe caught up in the dirt and Possibly a stoner, probably a loner Oh you think you're slick? How much property you own, bruv? I own none, but still I write my own stuff Who just farted in this mic booth? C'mon, own up (uh, sorry, man) Acted less grown up ever since I grown up Hate has got a blank face, dicks, but with no nuts Random phrase, random images, nonsense Putting in time on top of time like Bronson A pharaoh like Monch is, he's monstrous, I'm unconscious On the floor, better hand it over to our sponsors [Verse 2] If you got money and a good type of job Come and buy these clothes that make you look like a nob (“ooh.”) Buy this perfume, it will make you f**ing stink Buy this TV that controls the way you think (“wow.”) Then buy this Verb T album, it is f**ing great (“okay.”) Illinformed on the beats in this f**ing place (“cool.”) Enjoy your [?] some weed, beer, or just some food (“yeah.”) When you're home chilling or if you got sh** to do [Background 16x] Just buy it [Outro: Skit] Kid: Hey Mom, can I buy the Verb T album? Mom: No Kid: Aw, why not? Mom: ‘Cause he's a f**ing wa*ker Kid: But Illinformed made all the beats Mom: I don't care. He's a wa*ker, too. Verb T and Illinformed are both wa*kers Kid: f** you, Mom *co*ks gun* Mom: What did you just say? Kid: Ow, Mom, you just f**ing shot me