[Sinacog]

Rhyme Asylum --

[Verse: Possessed]
Thief in the night, fangs in your jugular, bleeding you dry
I live in a glass house throwing meteorites
Appeased the gods in a previous life
And I slice the throat of Sweeney Todd for my piece of the pie
I'm the angel of death
Outpacing Olympic swimmers with the Titanic's anchors chained to my legs
All without breaking a sweat
From the underground and I'm craving the taste of your flesh like the Day of the Dead
Here for gaining respect, enforce the laws of gravity
And draw the sword of Damocles to the nape of your neck
Communist Marxist, sharpshooter, locked on my target
I was breast feed cancer and bottles of Arsenic
Blind swordsman, wandering darkness (Fuck cash)
I'll drop the queen's severed head in the offering basket
I'm eating outta coffins and caskets
And everyone in my field of vision's just crops for the harvest
I'm a hell-born Seraphim
Four faces with torn feather wings
Spawning four deformed Nephilim
Burying peace pipes, digging up the hatchet
Deep throat my dick 'til it singes in your stomach acid
We unattractive ferocious creatures
I got master degree burns after a heatstroke of genius (genius)
Rush the doors from dusk 'til dawn
My entourage plot on top of Scotland yard 'cause we above the law
Withstand the force of a juggernaut
We're the recipe for disaster and this beat's cooking up a storm
All powerful being
During hours of sleeping, I levitate between the ground and the ceiling
Advanced lifeforms found in my semen
Haven't started to rap yet, this is just the sound of my breathing
A mental plane like Enola Gay
I'm slashing open throats of backstabbers with my shoulder blade
Step off the planet, it would float away
Tormented by growing pains of my ever evolving brain
I sever ties with heaven skies
And wage wars that makes Armageddon resemble a training exercise
Third eye blessed with second sight, a Cenobite
I've survived the new Mexico desert testing sites
If I do start to smoke weed
I'll take two tokes and won't breathe out for a whole week and OD
Battling me, you won't get cold feet
The mere thought of facing Possessed'll freeze the fluid in both knees
Product of a Warlock and a Witch, knock you for six
Piledrive you down a bottomless pit
Push my luck over the top of a cliff
I don't bite the hand that feeds me, I chew it off at the wrist
I forge a sword from a thunderbolt
And I'll rub in salt into bullet wounds just to the make the slug dissolve

[Intro: Diabolic]
Diabolic
Rhyme Asylum
Foul Play, bitch

[Verse 1: Diabolic]
There's no question if I'm ill or not, unfold the killer's plot
To blind the eye on the pyramid and destroy the buildin' blocks
I take tequila shots with six packs of Miller
And you're no match like caterpillars attackin' silverback gorillas
It's like a storm swept in the form of a war weapon
Who’d have your broad stressin', chasin' my balls like dogs fetchin'
Born legend, swingin' Liquid Swords with the force
Of missiles launched in a Pacific-Northwest collision course
I'm not like the rest, I’m cut from a different cloth
Worshiped like a Christian corpse nailed to a religious cross
You've bitten off more than you can chew, your shit is soft
You hear the hunger in my voice, I hear the bitch in yours
I don't Dance With The Devil, I'm just sittin' back
Clickin' gats, poppin' his choreographer on hidden tracks
Rippin’ cats with Skirmish, Plazma and Leatherface
While Psiklone and Possessed disgrace anyone who test their fate

[Chorus]
Test your fate, give me a reason to set it straight
Give me a reason to make your body levitate
Give me a reason to teach lessons and educate
Fuck it, I'ma leave you bleedin'
I don't even need a reason
Test your fate, give me a reason to set it straight
Give me a reason to make your body levitate
Give me a reason to teach lessons and educate
Fuck it, I'ma leave you bleedin'
I don't even need a reason
[Verse 2: Psiklone]
Switch stars and stripes and American eagles
Arm the president's people with carving knives and heroin needles
Delay the afterlife, suspendin' the sequel
Self-injecting the lethal T-Virus from Resident Evil
Vicious jackal, black zodiac star sign
The horse whisperer, turning Pegasus to the dark side
In a State of Lunacy, literally losin' my mind
I had an infernal affair with Lucifer’s wife
I sleep balancin' on sharpened javelins
Who needs a passport when you’re born with dragon wings?
Godforsaken angel
When it comes to blood I'll drink Dracula under the operating table
Turn eternal hellfire to ice, high as a kite
Smoking the blunt side of a knife
Desert mouth, jaw full of ***tus spikes
Parasites feeding off the decaying corpse of the Antichrist

[Chorus]
Test your fate, give me a reason to set it straight
Give me a reason to make your body levitate
Give me a reason to teach lessons and educate
Fuck it, I'ma leave you bleedin'
I don't even need a reason
Test your fate, give me a reason to set it straight
Give me a reason to make your body levitate
Give me a reason to teach lessons and educate
Fuck it, I'ma leave you bleedin'
I don't even need a reason
[Verse 3: Possessed]
I suspect I'm losin' the plot
Sleep with a battle axe and rest my head on an executioner's block
Refuse to be a flash in the pan
When opportunity knocks, I bang back with battering rams
View the future through all-seeing eyes
Unsheathe my knife, carve the date of my death in the Tree of Life
Jesus Christ…
If I get cold feet, I'll walk on water 'til I turn the sea to a sheet of ice
Pry open the jaws of depression, force whole packs of Prozac
Washed down with scorpion venom
Sorcerer with a morbid obsession, four notorious henchmen
Guarding my doors of perception
I turn Brokeback Mountain to Hamburger Hill
Fuck a blacksmith, I forge axes from nerves of steel
Embodiment of decrepitude
Fuck sexual diseases, my ejaculation leaves exit wounds

[Chorus]
Test your fate, give me a reason to set it straight
Give me a reason to make your body levitate
Give me a reason to teach lessons and educate
Fuck it, I'ma leave you bleedin'
I don't even need a reason
Test your fate, give me a reason to set it straight
Give me a reason to make your body levitate
Give me a reason to teach lessons and educate
Fuck it, I'ma leave you bleedin'
I don't even need a reason
[Verse 4: Plazma]
Head semi-detached, emerged from the grave
The living deceased in a permanent state of murderous rage
I was burned at the stake, rose from the ashes
With a thirst for human flesh, no emotional baggage
No close companions, don’t show compassion
Unleashin' my demons secretly seekin' holy sanction
Straight horrorcore, never did follow law
The insane and sagely sodden-faced god of war
It's been this way forever, a basement dweller
Forever plottin' my apocalyptic reign of terror
Possess the emperor of Rome's treacherous soul
Reclaim supreme status and reascend to the throne
The Night of the Living Dead, you'll die a horrific death
Your last image; a masked figure lighting a cigarette
It's Diabolic and Rhyme Asylum in full effect
We'll never compromise, be silenced or put to rest

[Verse 1: Plasma]
Brain is demented, in a major state of depression
Since the day I was sectioned I was laced with painful injections
Under intense surveillance and when mental patients attempt escaping the ventilation releases deadly vapours
Locked away in a cell that's pitch black; completely dark
I kick back and weeks have passed as I conversate with myself
Alone in a cage, no hope of escape, can’t get hold of a blade
So I grew my nails long enough to open my veins
A manic depressed that's suicidal, tried to remove my eyeballs
And made a gallant attempt at snapping my neck
Was on the verge of insanity then entered the asylum
Ventured in my mind with plans to never return to reality
At constant war with the demons within
Waking up in a state, with razor cuts to the veins deep in my skin/
And doctors making observations on a constant basis
Patients locked in cages, inhaling toxic vapours
Unattractive features, having seizures in the corridors
And I contract diseases, rats are feeding off my rotten corpse
A decrepit and violent abandoned mental asylum
Where every hospital ward is unattended and silent
The level of corruption’s a cause for concern
‘cause at night the inmates are sent into the dungeon, tortured and burned
And patients with self-inflicted fatal wounds
Watching docs in radiation suits taking patients through to operation rooms

[Verse 2: Possessed]
Even demented in dreams, on the edge of resting in peace
Knives, rope, pills - euthanasia vending machines
Heroine fiends strapped to a bed of syringes
One way acid trips when you’re sent to this medicine clinic
Kept in padded cells and metal cages, mental patients
Shock therapy high voltage dental braces
At night time I scream myself to sleep
Scared of the crippled man crawling that no one else can see
A weeping widow, eyes black and miserable
An old lady sits searching for the future in a shattered crystal ball
Locked away where crazed doctors don’t wait to operate


I hear voices and they're all telling me that I’m not insane
Treatment rooms for the seven sins
Mistaken for gluttony, women with prosthetic limbs expecting twins
Shedding skins with a carving knife
Involuntary organ donors waking up in a bath of ice
Stark raving mad maniac, ugly looks
Vacant stares, cracked mirrors, masturbate with rusty hooks
A building that hangs off the edge of a cliff
Spoke of in legend and myth, razors turn rusty left in the wrist
Mentally sick, resisting my medicine, dismissing my excellence
My thoughts cover walls written in excrement
Beneath flickering lights we beg for mercy
I hear relentless ticking yet every clock is stuck on 7:30
[Verse 3: Psiklone]
A twisted hospital haunted by a cold dementia
Doors lock and padded walls turn to spikes and slowly close together
Can’t break my restraints in half so I chew through my aching arms
The doctors are eight times more deranged than the patients are
Panic attacks in the darkness, natural disasters
Psychopaths in barbwire nooses hang from the rafters
Broken fingernails left gripping the ceiling
And your neck collar will explode if you attempt to breach the perimeter region
Duct tape preventing communication
Cold sweats in pitch black icy rooms, demented hallucinations
Phobias taken to their vertical limits
Twisted priests resurrect Satan’s soul through surgical spirit
Hearts beat so loud you hear them pound as they palpitate
Sense a sour taste gargling mouthfuls of scalpel blades


We all look essentially the same, but I'm mentally insane
Shouting “It’s me!” in identity parades
Fallen angels are stuffed into torture chambers and crushed
Then burned alive into holy water vapour and dust
Placebos switched for dangerous drugs, disguising the medicine
I’m highly intelligent, the side of my mind is irrelevant
Expressionless wide eyes and venereal blisters
I shower in the blood of victims of serial killers
Trapped forever, no way of running scared
The front doors left wide open for anyone that wanders in unaware
[Verse 4: Skirmish]
A patient for seven years, yet to see the light of day
A telekinetic mind to set me free from tight restraints
That’s what I keep telling myself inside my brain
I know I’m a genius, doctors think my minds insane
Avoid the dark corners of cells
Powerful vacuums leading into black holes and portals to hell
Forced to torture ourselves for pleasant thinking
Dead security guards are monitoring closed circuit television
Tracking device embedded in my collar bone
Bloody letters on the wall spelling out the words “you’re not alone”
Strapped down with a straight jacket and several chains
Wrapped ‘round and welded to the bed’s metal frame
They’re upside down hung from the ceiling
Unknown creatures live in my flesh prompting uncomfortable feelings
Mirrors reflect in black and white
Escape is pointless: all the corridors interconnectin' back to mine
Inmates have half-shaven heads, can’t take the stress


For weeks arms laid to rest on a sharp razor’s edge
Raise the dead, an escape attempt shoveling mud
Bathe in depths of AIDS-infected bubbling blood
Eternally cursed by immortal life
A schizophrenic that’s permanently disconnected from my normal side
So I’ll never be the same and just when I figure it out
A pill’s placed into my mouth and my memory’s erased...
[Outro]
A reality is just what we tell each other it is
Sane and insane could easily switch places if the insane were to become the majority
You would find yourself locked in a padded cell
Padded cell… Locked in a padded cell
Wondering what happened to the world

EMINEM --

[Produced by DJ Mark the 45 King]

[Intro: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Chorus: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan


I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan
[Chorus: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to
But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blisterin' cold
For you, for four hours, and you just said no
That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met in Denver?
You said if I'd write you, you would write back
See, I'm just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
‘Cause I don't really got shit else
So that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds


It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you ‘cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up
You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan—P.S. We should be together too
[Chorus: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months, and still no word—I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect


So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin'
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin'
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now—I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together—think about it!
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See, Slim—shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk
Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up—see? I ain't like you
‘Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh, shit, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this shit out?!
[Chorus: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 4: Eminem]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you


But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was—it was you
Damn…

"Just Don't Give A Fuck"

Whoa, a-get your hands in the air
And get to clappin' 'em and, like, back and forth
Because a-this is what you thought it wasn't
It be's the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O, the double G
And check out my man, he goes by the name of, um, er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M-80, you little like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open
I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke, and smokin' dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi, Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin' so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson (Pssh)
The proof is in the puddin', just ask DeShaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck)
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck)
So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
My shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck)
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
('Cause I just don't give a fuck)

I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone
I'm everlastin', I melt vanilla ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's 20 below freezin'
Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, M&M was the old initials (Bye-bye)
Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion
Pathological liar, blowin' shit outta proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin' your dead body inside of a fuckin' trash can
With more holes than an afghan

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck)
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck)
So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
My shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck)
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
('Cause I just don't give a fuck)

Somebody let me out this limousine (Hey, let me out)
I'm a caged demon
On stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend
Shootin' up while this record is spinnin'
Clinically brain-dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin' a jewel, I'm flippin' a sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin' style just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes
In school, I never said much, too busy havin' a head rush
Doin' too much rush, had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke, I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again
I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median
Finally made it home but I don't got the key to get in

So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck)
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck)
So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
My shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck)
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
('Cause I just don't give a fuck)

(Shit, fuck everybody)
Outsiderz, Pacewon, Young Zee (Fuck the entire world)
D.U.

[Produced by Bass Brothers]

[Intro]
A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death?
Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death
I don't want to die yet
A lot of people think that I worship the Devil
That I do all types of retarded shit
Look, I can't change the way I think
And I can't change the way I am
But if I offended you, good
'Cause I still don't give a fuck

[Verse 1]
I'm zonin' off of one joint, stoppin' the limo
Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint
A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body pierce with this
Livin' amuck, never givin' a fuck
Give me the keys, I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in the cab
I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab (Yeah)
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptyin' full clips and buryin' guns in the mud
I've calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn, my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writin' this rhyme
'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin' this time
[Chorus]
For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too
To all the friends I used to have, I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too
For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass

[Verse 2]
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled, it was still blue
I'll hang you 'til you dangle, and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leak out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell Saddam not to bother with makin' another bomb
'Cause I'm crushin' the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm, and I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match ("Here, Momma, try 'em on")
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
(Shittin' on rappers) Causing hospital accidents
God help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again
[Chorus]
For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too
For all the friends I used to have, I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too
For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass

[Verse 3]
I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh shit)
Now, how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt?
I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches
I'm withdrawin' from crack so bad my blood itches
I don't rap to get the women, fuck bitches
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a clique, I'm a posse
Kamikaze, strappin' a motherfuckin' bomb across me
From the second I was born, my momma lost me
I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place
My worst day on this Earth was my first birthday
Retarded? What did that nurse say?
Brain damage? Fuck, I was born durin' an earthquake
[Chorus]
For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you
To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too