Verse 1:
Disorderly conduct
Rip my hair off while screaming this world is horribly unjust
Must I rape the Virgin Mary wit a nun, bust a nut as they cum just
To explain I could give a Holy Son's f**
But the gun, s*uts, rum, puffs, non-stop simplistic one cut such
As I'm doing on these drums yup
To adjust to nowadays hit song structure
Couldn't rupture my dumb luck
Nor my heart of emceeing, when I'm just a human being myself
Pissing off a balcony if u under me, feel the rainy season
Reinforcing the way it made me believe in my sk**s
Waiting on those raging threesomes
And anime endorsements, a reanimated corpse when
You look at how frail this young Haitian God stands
But I'm God sent, who went off print
To imprint my pictures in the Parliament & Hall of Fame
(not a)Hook:
*Scratching*
f**, it don't take no pot for me to piss in
Obama's face, Bush's or Bill Clinton's
Cuz the only hook yo momma listening to
Is my dick stuck in her throat as she's lip-syncing
Verse 2:
Oops I stepped on your feelings, but I'm known to crushing roaches
Spit it wit raw emotions like Japanese horror ghosts
Driven by the art of spoken words on a mission
To f** up this machine system, not leave it partly broken
It's total annihilation, remain vocal of what your mind is thinking
Not a minor statement, motivated by the highest state when
A man reach Nirvana while your baby momma
Must get on her knees like tire changing
Momma says my creative imagination has me trapped in a dimension
Only myself stay in
Guess she meant I'm stuck in my own Lost World or Steven Spielberg's basement
Alienated and misplaced in
Anticipated a disc placement but I got insulated on thick pavements
Instead of a plastic cover
Should I switch mason for them to cast a brother
To renact as Jason or The Devil's Advocate then
(not a)Hook