This is a song about "Mr traumatic i liv"

I've got a static shock of traumatic pain for you to try

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Say you don’t do what

Mr. right's running up,

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

Like mr. sandman i am the closer/

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Days before my generation uno dungeon family mr

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Shouts to mr rizzo

You know i be teasing, though

Things get traumatic when i get combative my pragmatic is classic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick