Preamble

Shxggy back up in it and they know I'm bout to blow
Shxggy back up in it and I'm going psycho mode

Praise the LOAE
Bible rotting with a faded glow
I been riding taking names and smoke
Calculate how many lames to go
Like a math problem, man I passed a train
Bout a 150,000 days ago
If I keep the pace and I make a U-Turn
How many days till your brain explode

I'm that nigga they never thought to warn you bout
But the sickest, to come out the Umbrella house
With a brain that rivals five but clearly kinda Klaus
I lack a number but don't ever count me out
I'm built for rapping so that gassin don't fill me up
I know how dope I am, I'm a key in a blunt
I'll be up on the stage making women nut
I'm hard to follow, every stalker giving up
Now I'm solving a mystery
How in the world, is the culture the missing link
Doesn't exist, when these artists are sickening
All of their garbage, it hits like a diss to me
Augmented by the gall to diss history
Lyrically scarring, it's horrible, blistering
Arguing that they so fresh like a sip of tea
Man, I'm the freshest, I'm gargling Listerine
It's that rapping phenomenon
Back like the Wrath of Khan
Strapped like a carry on
Still I'm back packing, I rap like a vagabond
Me and my niggas be anti a pantheon
Walk in my shoes but don't be on the path I'm on
End up in Hades and having to answer to God
Tell them niggas I'm black as in very dark
They can kick rocks and go do it with sandals on

Praise the LOAE
MAC-11, point and aim and blow
Blow, like I done got a face fulla coke
Blow like I was getting brain for the dro
Blow, like I was getting paid for the dope
That I been bringing since 08, man I know
A double take, I got the faith, Imma blow
Blow, like bombing on a stage, what a joke

All these rappers are that ya hyping up
Got my gripes, with the type they liken us
As, I'll write them up, sike, I'll knife their gut
Get to sniping cuz, I hate to wipe it up
I get psycho off Vicodin, I must
Get to typing, a rhyme, when I get a
Buzz, or I get such, violent kinds of lust
Bout the life, I'm the type of guy to bust
Man I'm kidding, no thug in me
All I be on is a woman in custody
House arrest, man I be wanting that fuckery
Till all my officers, having enough of me
On that green like a money tree
On that green like my thumb'll be
All that mumbling, save it for Bumblebee
I can accentuate, short A, apostrophe
After the game, cuz I swear it belong to me
Longing for property, stingy, they offer me
Gimme the culture, I'm slaving, on all these beats
In it with the intention to cause em all bodily
And I'm down for equality
Anyone rapping's a target, I'm sorry
It's personal yeah, but it's simply commodity
Gotta get rid of y'all, end the monopoly

Praise the LOAE
Send me where them other sadists go
Tell em all I got a Satan flow
The hottest nigga spittin, Imma take control
Call up Robin Givens, tell her take it slow
I'm in a Maserati running late for shows
Got that Shxggy playing on the playlist tho
With the windows down so them haters know
I'm back

Shxggy back up in it and they know I'm bout to blow
Shxggy back up in it and I'm going psycho mode
Shxggy back up in it, better lock up all your doors
Shxggy back up in it and I didn't come alone

I'm way high as the days vanish
Waste time, though I stay panicked
Gotta great mind for a blank canvas
But, I hate time, it creates sadness
Stakes high, so I make madness
But they say why and today's chatter through the grapevine is
My gray matter is straight fried I got brain damage
and maybe it's true, I've done too many drugs
Memory is fuzz, never be enough
Never been in touch, but the world is such
That I couldn't be convinced to ever give a fuck
So what's with the astonishment
You can quit the admonishment
You can abominate me but the problem is probably all upon you like a condiment
On a path of construction
I'm past all the bluffing
This isn't a contest, crafting up something
To shatter the glass that's above us and trigger the onset
Of patterns establishing something spectacular coming to deal the upset
Thought I was done there, but nope it ain't won yet
And nothing compares to the feeling of success
And so with my teeth gritted through pain
I'll rip these beats and I'll live through speech and I'll get through each minute of shame
We did it again, me and Stephen winning the game
If you want to stare into the brain, then best prepare for city of rain