[Hook: Left Boy] I look into the anatomy of you And all I see is a black lung But I hang on to the chain around your neck Waiting for you to look down You won't forget my face when I leave town [Verse 1: Left Boy] Yo, my name is F I spit hot to d**h Inevitably I am the next step I rep, rep present you L.E.F.T. B.O Why, why don't ask me? I'm nasty when it comes To makin' beats and write rhymes I don't make a lot of tracks But when I do, they f**in' shine Like 50 watts, what, my what, what, what I sick in the whole like a game of put put And then grandma says: 'Hey, who are you? Ferdinand? Oh my, I didn't recognize You look different What happened to you? Ooh ooh, I know you got a mustache' [Hook] x2 [Verse 2: Left Boy] This song is gibberish Whenever I get the chance to spit some mish I throw it all together Every thought I hate liquerice It's not deep, not true, not what I wanna do I got this beat for a month But still ain't speaking to you I'm freakin' out like that kid on shrooms While I'm in the next room Reading in the fumes from the test tubes What the f** man? Yo my brain's out of whack I'm playin' back what I said But still can't explain That a rap is a mean to express how I feel I guess I'm always depressed If I'm being real Nah, that ain't true Because the times when I'm with you I feel like everything is new Like there is some sh** to do I need a girl who can Sit back, relax and just chill When the clowns spill Then we got some tim to k** I need a baby boo boo Who say I always be true And I did really think That that girl could be you [Hook] x2