While you were sipping your own Kool-Aid getting your buzz heavy,
I was in the [bad word] sheds sharpening my machete,
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To wolf down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think, you [bad word] meatballs, keep on just forgetting,
Thought he was finished, [bad word]  it's only the beginning,
He's bugging again, he's straight thugging,
 [bad word] who he's offending!
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them [bad word] plugged in the
 [bad word] wall with 3000 volts of electricity,
Now take the other end of ‘em, then plug them [bad word] in each
One of your eyesockets ‘cause I thought you might finally [bad word] see.
That'll teach you to go voicing your [bad word] opinion to me!
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this [bad word] 
 [bad word] letting up! You're gonna end up regretting
You ever betted against me.
Feels like Imma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again,
I'm thinking about just saying,
“Mother [bad word] everybody that's up in this [bad word]  but 50!”
‘Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go,
I swear to God I put my heart and soul
Into this more than anybody knows.
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap,
But every time I rap I'm more trapped,
And I rap myself right into this bubble,
Oh I guess it's bubble wrap.
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis,
Christ, how was I supposed to know [bad word] would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again,
And I might just blow my lid.
 [bad word] #33; I almost wish that I would have never made “Recovery”, kid,
‘Cause [bad word] in circles with...