What if I told you, I was crazy, would it be strange, would you believe me, or what if I told you it was you that have breached the boundaries of reality, and it is I who is perfectly sane, Hah! [bad word] 
I'm trapped in a world that I don't want to be in but I know that there's no way out, no way out, it burns inside every time I rhyme, but there's no way out, my brain is not insane but I'm insane if you know what I'm saying, Lucifer! I swear this is not my fault.
(Verse One)
In this game we call hip-hop everything's twisted, you rap about [bad word] and guns and people listen, you mention how you flossing your whip and how you dip it, and your biggest vices [bad word] their addiction, why, who knows but you gotta supply it, you gotta provide it, cause you know they'll buy it, they don't like the good, there in love with the bad side, like how many niggas you don't clap last night, and how many chicks you hit from the back side, how many keys do you need to get your cash right, ya, I guess crime pays these days, so don't get upset when I talk this way, I'ma say whatever I want, whenever I want, to whoever I want, these are just my devilish thoughts, I'm not looking for salvation, I'm just a really good person in a [bad word] situation. [bad word] 
I'm trapped in a world that I don't want to be in but I know that there's no way out, no way out, it burns inside every time I rhyme, but there's no way out, my brain is not insane but I'm insane if you know what I'm saying, Lucifer! I swear this is not my fault.
(Verse Two)
If it's not yours, whose fault is it, my brain's a nice home with [bad word] dog in it, ya I had a couple [bad word]  [bad word] all bended, when I shake my head can't you hear the screws lost in it, I done spent years working on this new raw image, tightening up my sinister groove ya'll witnessed, as time goes on I get much stupider, and yes I guess I'm just a product of the Lucifer effect, cause all these rappers out now are way too [bad word]  so I have to do this [bad word] I do to make you watch me, and if you wack with a record deal I think you robbed me, so will [bad word] and break you probably, there's been enough beef up in this industry, but [bad word] I'm bout to make more, it's what I threw my life away for, and those of you who killed hip-hop caused this [bad word]  now I'm bout to murk you on the track and off of it.
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I'm trapped in a world that I don't want to be in but I know that there's no way out, no way out, it burns inside every time I rhyme, but there's no way out, my brain is not insane but I'm insane if you know what I'm saying, Lucifer! I swear this is not my fault.
(SwizZz)
This ain't my fault, hip-hop made me do it, lose it, now my whole [bad word] life [bad word] 
(Hop)
Just cause you don't do the same [bad word] they do, you wanna [bad word]  [bad word] around try'na blame who, me hip-hop I [bad word] tried to save you, now you acting like I never even tried.
(SwizZz)
Hop, oh so your that [bad word] hip-hop, I should bother you, you should get your [bad word] [bad word] knocked, you're the reason why my album won't drop, you're the reason why I never ever was hot.
(Hop)
Don't blame me cause you ain't hot, you don't know how the new age rocks, and your label isn't dropping you cause there's a chance that you may flop, I'd actually be really surprised if you made gwop up in this industry.
(SwizZz)
See now [bad word] you're kidding me, your opinion really doesn't mean [bad word] to me, cause I could murk any beat on any [bad word] has it that your [bad word] is dead anyway.
(Hop)
For saying that you deserve to die, we got Soulja Boy, Tyga, Young Berg and Plies, Shawty Low, Bow Wow, Yung Joc and the rest, you think I'm dead I should put a hole in your chest, [bad word] [bad word] on hip-hop they aren't real rappers, for entertain