It hurts, but I never show this pain you'll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've [bad word]  my back's against the wall
When [bad word] to shove, I just stand up and scream "F*ck 'em all"
Man, it feels like these walls are closing in
This roof is caving in, up its time to razor-thin
Your days are numbered like pagers and
My book of rhymes, got 'em cookin', boy
This crooked mind of mine got 'em all
Shook and scared to look in my eyes
I stole that f*ckin' clock
I took the time and I
Came up from behind
And pretty much snuck up
And butt-f*cked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
F*ck this fame, that ain't what
I came to claim but the game
Ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear one way or another I'ma make these f*ckin' haters believe that
I swear to God, won't spare the rod
I'm a man of my word, so your f*ckin' heads better nod
Or I'ma f*ck around in this [bad word] and roast everybody
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie
Permanently, [bad word]  it's beddy-bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die
My head is swole, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal
I'm unstoppable, incredible
Hope you're trapped in my medicine ball
I [bad word] circles around you so fast your f*ckin' head'll spin, dog
I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives
I'll f*ckin'