[Verse 1]

Yo, white eyes, black tee

Ill rhymes, that's me

Hollywood is now labeled as lame

But I've been on that raw shit since I came in the game

Fuck this! rap niggas trying act like they punk rock

Tight jeans, mohawks screaming 'fuck cops'

Y'all should all get your fucking nuts chopped

You all look like you suck cock

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 shits 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.

[Chorus]

I kick the bitches 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)

Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)

[Verse 2]

Suicide, (huh?) trust I might

Tell them what my motto is “fuck my life”

Don't need alcohol to help me "cut my wife"

So much rage I could "crush 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 nigga but I stay committed

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?

[Chorus]

I kick the bitches 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)

Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)

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 shit like a fat man's ass (eww)

Will y'all please just enough trust

In you mother fuckers to leave the rust of us stuck

I turn my head and now your messing stuff up

All that [autotune] just shut the fuck up

(Damn) I'm rude 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 shit

So I'm going to end it just like this

Suck my dick.