This is a song about "Kacey fifield variety"

And he'll be damned if he's gonna put up with that line again

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

But i believe i possess the right mixture of charisma

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So as an individual if you feel invisible

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Kinda fucked up the line but that's alright with me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Down in hell he is hiding, i'm trying to line him up

You gotta help me out

Slowly round me gathers a crowd

I'm the sick mixture, pricks i'll give ya shit to lime lighters,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

See the state line? pack, grab that pass and drive up to canada/

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda