Gatecrasher

I just wanna say I appreciate y'all
Giving me my 20,000 dollar feature fee

This is Doc D, the one and only
I stay with the pen like I'm Spicoli
Stay high so they think I'm lowly
Sharon left me and I'm feeling lonely
Doc, shut the fuck up
Logic here to tell you wrap it up like a Chapelle skit
Made it out, but Doc stayed underground
Shut the fuck up, Logic, you punk bitch
Nah, I'd rather not
Esoteric, INS and 7 all ready to rock

Only fucking with their album 'cause you wanna be relevant
You far from Bruce Willis, far from the Fifth Element
Ayo, fuck you, homie, I signed you, but you don't know me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all know you the half-black 1-800 guy
Bars so cringe I wanna cry
Fuck you, die
Hold up, what you say?
You heard me clearly, fuck you dearly

I'm too driven to steer me, I know you motherfuckers hear me
I'm not sure if Doc is alive or inside of my head
I feel schizophrenic every time
I grip the mic instead of feeling better
Like an angel and a devil on my shoulder
But the both of them holding semi-automatics
For drugs, I'm an addict, this category here erratic
And the fact they let me out of the asylum of rhyming got me ecstatic
I'm fucking over it
Hahahaha

Why the hell y'all beefing up in our joint?
We trying to make the lab nice and y'all trying to have fights
We grab mics, but only when we rocking live on stage
You don't grab the studio mic, you could damage it, act your age
And Logic, listen, you really put me in a odd position
Nobody invited Doc D, he's acting all familiar
Deck so mad that he could kill ya, maybe kill me too
I told you no guests, but still you brought this dumbass through
Plus his shit stank, smelling like a fish tank
I bought him beer, I got him food

I didn't hear "Good lookin' out" or "Thanks" or anything like that
Bobby, I said I was down to do stuff
When Mike Rap introduced us, but this shit is too much
'Cause this guy's a dufus
Yeah, you heard what I said, get him out of here
It'd make me happy like waking up in my bed next to Amanda Seyfried
With eyes red in a tight red, well, I digress
I just want your guy dead, you can stay
INS up next to flex
Get on the mic but don't address this mess

I've seen it all, done it all, I ain't feeling none of y'all
I become involved when real money involved
Teach me how to fish, I grab a rob and a net
Next thing you know, I'm starring on the Deadliest Catch
I learned to feed myself, couldn't lie or try to cheat myself
Been so many things in this life, had to be myself
Streets dreams are made of these, hottest hoes, latest V's
Rumors say you cooperating with the agencies

Born king, pass the crown off to my offspring
I show off on the whole thing, zone off on my own thing
Crack game to the rap game, the fame is making them act strange
Carried the load for so long I ended up having back pains
The deal is you lookin' at one of the realest to ever reveal this
Deck's a cult
You better check your pulse if you don't feel this

You feel this
I can feel you feeling this
And I can feel you, feeling me, feeling you, feeling this
If you know what I mean