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- I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
- Better hit the deck like the card dealer
- My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party
- A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
- Which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania
- Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up, consider it to cross me a costly mistake
- If they sleepin' on me, the hos better get insomnia
- ADHD, Hydroxycut, pass the Courvoisi'
- In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a play date
- Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday
- This beat is cray cray, Ray J, H A H A H A
- Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames, they cannot tame or placate the
- Monster, you get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
- I'm normal durin' the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah)
- When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
- I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
- I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls
- Had 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em off
- It's impossible to list 'em all
- And in the midst of all this, I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball
- Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?
- Risperdal, voices whisper
- My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn
- This is just the song to go ballistic on
- You just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcher
- I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological
- Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka
- When you twist the top of the bottle,
- If you never gave a damn, raise your hand
- 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans
- I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is
- The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam)
- How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire
- And I got no plans to retire, and I'm still the man you admire
- These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer
- I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers
- And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw
- 'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball
- Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got 'em racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy
- 'Cause I make bands and I call gettin' cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake, yeah)
- Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher
- Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to care
- But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her
- Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
- Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair
- Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari
- 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em
- Swearin' up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious
- It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column
- We wouldn't see eye to eye with a starin' problem
- Get the shaft like a steerin' column (monster)
- Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink
- Evil half of the Bad Meets, evil, that means take a back seat
- Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single
- Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people
- Is my 'Gangsta Bitch' like Apache with a catchy jingle
- I stack chips, you barely got a half eaten Cheeto
- Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em, other words, I Minute Maid 'em
- I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage, I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade
- I'm finna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lake
- Obliteratin' everythin', incinerate a renegade
- I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
- But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway
- 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
- I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla
- You bringin' the killer within me outta me
- You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me
- And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be
- Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter
- When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck
- Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
- A hunnid percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
- I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, bitch, I'm unfadable
- You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable
- I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
- I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money
- And I'm paid in full, I'm not afraid to pull a
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