Feelin' classy today
Well, alright, let's go
I'm not evil, I'm just psycho
I'm so afraid that everybody looks at my lyrics to spot a typo (Yeah) Money rate growin' in my pocket is the minimal
Runnin' from the mobs of people who treat me like a criminal
The pinnacle of raw entertainment in my basement
Throwin' rocks at main events
I unravel the havoc and take it easy in the hammock
Al Qaeda is the testimony, don't you ever wreck it for me
Killable syllables and the pinnacle of innocence
I'm a creepy little rabbit comin' out the factory
Capture me, I will be the toughest rapper, actually,
Watch me as I drag my ass to the top gradually (Uh)
? I stay away and prey on the weak
and then I devour the freaks
and then I pray for the weak
I transmit gamma rays and break off the manta ray's tail
I'll raise hell on a Saturday and stab the people
Yeah, another rapper watchin' the business
Don't look at me and my sick composition (Ha, sick)
I am done with this feeling
I am done with this feeling
All you suckers percieve this this