I'm so sick, I need a doctor's note to say it on

Somebody get ahold of Dre and get him a piano he can play it on

I'm diagnosed, spit sick, strep throat

Tongue depressed and it's got a trench coat

Like a Columbine kid and it's lobbin' bombs

At everyone in the club while they're takin' shots

I'll take you motherfuckers back to school

Learn to count, middle fingers got two

Got the whole alphabet and still can't do

All the things that I do with an "F" and a "U", oh

MC's, easily dismissed, one shot, no aim, just shoot from the hip

I never really was a popular kid

This track is a class, if you're not my friend, you might wanna skip

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I pulled a 187 on the 315

I got the scope of a sniper rifle pressed up against my third eye

A sharpshooter, I'm on that high IQ

Where I design punchlines, made of chalk, that I spit on the pavement around you

I murder the scene, ain't heard of your team, they talkin' about me

I'm packin' six rounds, I'm huntin' you down, so gimme a shout, G

I'm an evil genius, they say I'm a demon

Play my shit in reverse

I bet it's a curse, I'ma kill you with words

Tongue so sharp it'll cut you in half

You shoulda turned around and run the other way

Before you started steppin' to the psychopath

'Cause you bitches can't fuck with me, like a friend zone

Got you runnin' outta bars, like a dead zone

I'm The Poltergeist, so let your friends know

I'll always get the last laugh

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