I know there’s something in the wake of your smile
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah
We’ve built a love but that love falls apart
little piece of heaven turns to dark
Listen to your heart

There’s a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice that it’s sorta unique
Cause you know it’s me, my poetry’s deep
And I’m still matic the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, it’s like tryin to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I’m strapped
Just knowing any minute I could snap
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain’t even funny, I ain’t even hungry
It ain’t even money, you can’t pay me enough
For you to play me, it’s [bad word] You just ain’t zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is [bad word]  my clocks cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle
I’m just [bad word]  It’s [bad word]  I’m numero uno, assume it
There’s no humor in it no more, you know
I’m rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a [bad word] [bad word] and tear a new hole in my [bad word]