Yo, White eyes, black tee
Ill rhymes, that’s me
Hollywood is now labeled as lame
But I’ve been on that raw [bad word] since I came in the game [bad word] this! Rap niggas trying act like they punk rock
Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming  [bad word] cops”
Y’all should all get your [bad word] nuts chopped
You all look like you suck [bad word] 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 bull [bad word] that’s dropping
So he can take his kids out Christmas shopping
Look at the niggas I am spitting circles around
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
 [bad word] I kick the [bad word] out (and let the girls in)
You baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend)
You see I’m on the prowl (I make the world spin round) [bad word] to the pain in my life (yeah baby)

Suicide, (huh?) [bad word] I might
Tell them what my motto is  [bad word] my life”
Don’t need alcohol to help me "cut my wife"
So much rage I could [bad word] my mic"
See I woke up on the wrong side of my 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’ve been living life on the edge
But wait a minute, this ain’t a gimmick. I can’t pretend it
I’m a scream it loud to the world just incase that they forget it
Be careful of some of the knowledge that you take from critics
They tryin to execute a [bad word] but I [bad word] New topic, mind over matter
Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder
You whack niggas don’t ever show signs of a rapper
Is it getting to serious for you? Why, what’s the matter yo?
 [bad word] 
Yeah, the black man’s bad
There is no topic my raps can’t smash
The state of hip hop that can’t pass
It’s all full of [bad word] like a fat man’s [bad word] (eww)
Will y’all please just enough [bad word] In you mother [bad word] to leave [bad word] of us stuck
I turn my head and now your messing stuff up
All that *autotune* Just shut the [bad word] up
 [bad word]  [bad word] 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 cheering (Blaow)
Plus I got a sick deliver
That’ll have you niggas shivering
And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically
You can’t touch my [bad word] So I’m going to end it just like this
SUCK MY [bad word]