[Verse 1] Yo, white eyes, black tee Ill rhymes, that's me Hollywood's now labeled as lame But I've been on that raw sh** since I came in the game f** this! Rap n***as trying act like they punk rock Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming “f** cops” Y'all should all get your f**ing nuts chopped You all look like you s** co*k Bust shots if you hate me Yup that'll fix the problem Put me out there, leave it up to Mr. Goblin To contribute to all the bullsh** that's dropping So he can take his kids out Christmas shopping Look at the n***as I am spinning circles around My verbal profound lyrics make them hurdle the town They washed up till they gurgle and drown Their whole dynasty I'm burning it down Funk Volume, you've heard of it now [Hook] I kick the b**hes out (and let the girls in) Your baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend) You see I'm on the prowl (I make the world spin round) Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby) [Verse 2] Suicide, (huh?) trust I might Tell them what my motto is (f** my life) Don't need alcohol to help me (Uppercut my wife) So much rage I could (Crush my mic) See I woke up on the wrong side of the bed My brain works but the whole left side of it's dead There's a little small gremlin inside of my head And lately I've been feeling like I'm living life on the edge But wait a minute, this ain't a gimmick, I can't pretend it I'mma scream it loud to the world just in case that they forget it Be careful of some of the knowledge that you take from critics They tryin to execute a n***a but I stay committed New topic, mind over matter Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder You whack n***as don't ever show signs of a rapper It's getting to serious for you? Why, what's the matter yo? [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah, the black man's back There is no topic my raps can't smash The state of hip hop that can't pa** It's all full of sh** like a fat man's a** (eww) May I please have just enough trust In you motherf**ers to leave the rust of us stuck I turn my head and now you're messing stuff up All that "You! Turn it up!" Just shut the f** up (Damn) I'm rude and so wicked I'll make sure you never blow up like a balloon with a hole in it I knock hustlers for a living Got muscles for the women Got puzzles for the children, blaow Plus I got a sick delivery That'll have you n***as shivering And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically You can't touch my sh** So I'm going to end it just like this su*k MY DICK [Hook]