[verse 1]
Yo
I'm the type of person with a misguided purpose
And violent urges of going to the hospitals and fighting vermin after spilling gasoline on the floor
Throwing a match and igniting surface
I'm pickpocketing b**hes at the airport and slipping knives in purses when the timings perfect
I tend to be reciting verses tight as virgins but on the side I'm writing a legitimate guide for hermits
Drunk in the backseat of a car with homies
The ride is swervin'
To an extent, yes - I'm nice-a**ertive but for the role of someone to give a f** I'm a highly unlikely person
I'll attend your wedding and strangle your soon-to-be wife with curtains
The tides are turnin' when your eyes are burnin', you're cryin', cursin', and you're fried n' hurtin' from the bars that I keep behind the furnace
I have an absurd array of words to say
YOU HEARD THAT HE'S RUDE?
This is personal proof
He'll walk up to the n***as at lunch and burp in their food then slap the lunch lady with a purse-full of spoons while she's stirring the soup n' force-feed her detergent and juice
Disturbingly serving it through a burgundy tube..
Then the next thing you know, the person he's HURTING IS YOU and leaving a permanent bruise so they can barely confirm that it's you in the emergency room
I'll hit a nurse with a broom and a surgeon or two while I'm searchin' for you
IN FACT - the words that I choose are worse than abuse
I'm the fisherman who cut a serpent in two
Retrieved the pieces then wrapped it up in curtains imbued with circular runes n' traded it to north-western Buddhist merchants for goons..
No shirt and no shoes, interrupting sermons at two..
[cheering]