I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla

Better hit the deck like the card dealer

My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The

Brain" Heenan which is probably the

Same reason I wrestle with mania

Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up

Consider it to cross me a costly mistake

If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia

ADHD, Hydroxycut

I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls

Had 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em off

It's impossible to list 'em all

And in the midst of all this

I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball

Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?

Risperdal, voices whisper

My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn

This is just the song to go ballistic on

You just pulled a pistol on a guy with a missile launcher

I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological

Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka

When you twist the top of the bottle

If you never gave a damn (Ayy), raise your hand

'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans

I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is

The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam)

How can I have all these fans and perspire?

Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire

And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire

These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer

I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers

And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw

'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball

Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy

'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah)

Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher

Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care

But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her

Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez

Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well

So they wanna give me the chair

Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari

'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em

Swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious

It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column

We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem

Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster)

Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink

Evil half of the Bad Meets

Evil, that means take a back seat

Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single

Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people

Is my 'Gangsta Bitch' like Apache with a catchy jingle

I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto