[Intro]
Yo, Engineer, I think i've lost my [bad word] #39; mind, man.
Diabolic! Fair play!
We taking all in this [bad word] #39; game!

I remember being on my mama’s porch, a kid with rotten thoughts
Tossing tomahawks to kids to knock them off their rocking horse
Now I’m at war connecting cops to electric shock treatment
And I’m not leaving until their eyes pop bleeding heart stop beating
The whole cop precinct thinks I should be in a padded room
When they’re the [bad word] who [bad word] Louima in the [bad word] with brooms
I travel through and kill the mothers of these savage goons
Fill the house with gaseous fumes, lighting up a match like boom
On the crime scene they’ll have the cameras zoomed
At every massive wound I left when I stabbed a womb with plastic spoons
And now the planet’s doomed because this afternoon
I was [bad word] out the Sun’s flames with guns aimed at the Moon
Cats assume I’m cracking jokes but I ain’t laughing folks
I’d slash your throat for a pack of smokes if my [bad word] is broke
Stashing coke and staying cool, I ain’t no nervous wreck
I earn respect, burning purple sess during urine tests
I flirt with certain death attacking for some fame and fortune
With some raging swordsmen torching who’s on stage performing
Take this chloroform and pour it on some fresh linen
Gag you, have your head spinning, tied up like the tenth inning
Bread winning, I  women slapped and chaperoned
Take her in the back to bone and tape it on my camera phone
I have the throne, hard as granite stone
The illest rapper known inside New York’s [bad word] 
Underground cause that’s my home

 [bad word] 

I think I lost my mind, I’m about to cross the line
Start a riot, kill a cop and just toss the nine
I’m hungry all the time, pain is all I find
 [bad word] my music, I’mma lose it, I don’t wanna rhyme

I think I lost my mind, I’m about to cross the line
Start a riot, kill a cop and just toss the nine
I’m hungry all the time, pain is all I find
 [bad word] my music, I’mma lose it, I don’t wanna rhyme

[Verse 2]

I was born to mom’s colon possessed by the ghost of Lamont Coleman
Now Sean’s flowing like hemoglobin through a hole in Ron Goldman
I’ll be slapping jaws, [bad word] I’ll be stabbing raw
Tapping more than a Jehovah’s Witness knocking at your door
Smashing whores, banging in the car like 808s
More [bad word] than a Naval base, skeeting on their facial traits
Me and my labelmates don’t need to watch from Jacob’s place
To make a tape that takes and add devil’s horns to an angel face
Ain’t have to be amazed, I be up at CMJ
With [bad word] on their knees to pray swallowing my DNA
 [bad word]  chugging E&J, dodging pigs driving Fords
I see more holding cells than salesmen at Verizon stores
Iron core hard as nails, raised inside a garbage pail
Could’ve went to Harvard, Yale, or Princeton but chose to market sales
The end is near, I sense your fear cause me and Engineer
Guzzled Everclear and sabotaged the Western Hemisphere
They sent us here when I stepped in [bad word] with jezebels
Pressed the twelve and Heaven fell every time my record sells
I’ll be dead or left in jail before I’ll be the next to fail
Other cats don’t measure well like ounces on a metric scale
My train of thoughts pay the cost and never take a loss
Make you a decaying corpse and laugh through my day in court
Don’t play it off like I [bad word] a razor straight across
Your throat till there’s tomato sauce spraying towards your neighbour’s porch

 [bad word] 

I think I lost my mind, I’m about to cross the line
Start a riot, kill a cop and just toss the nine
I’m hungry all the time, pain is all I find
 [bad word] my music, I’mma lose it, I don’t wanna rhyme

I think I lost my mind, I’m about to cross the line
Start a riot, kill a cop and just toss the nine
I’m hungry all the time, pain is all I find
 [bad word] my music, I’mma lose it, I don’t wanna rhyme

I think I lost my