This is a song about "Erratic"

My talent's erratic, i'll channel my malice at your whackest of habits

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Erratic like your turbulent flow, while i'm searching for ufo's.

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Call me erratic hate, a static face with a manic taste,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Erratic habit yo, you other mc's are pathetic

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Hit you with a different gin and, spiritual flow so erratic

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

My rap sceme is erratic

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

So if you cross me i'll let the mac 10 off erratic

I can smell it when i go outside

I'm erratic, spasmatic, like