[Verse 1] Yeah, time for my warm-up 'Coz it's about time I got my throne back Up out the underground like a domesticated mole rat I'm dope but sh**, you know that So watch your f**ing tone, Jack Before I run up in your crib rocking a Casey Jones mask Toss your f**ing furniture out of the second floor gla** And ransack your Advil, Penicillin, and Prozac Follow it with a fatty and a 40 full of Cognac Dropping sh** so dirty they're asking me where the soap's at Lost without a road map, way too far to go back