Filled to the brim with a shit ton of rage

And I'm still feeling ill, man, the sickness has taken

Over my brain, I feel it drip till my ankles

They thinking Jerry's chill, but I'm still feeling dangerous

Gen O's locked away and he's fixed in the basement

These girls say I'm different, and it seems like I'm changing

But I'm done with all the chicks and every bitch I've been banging

I don't want more brain it won't fit in my cranium

BMW is dead, all you get is mentions

Every other record just to hit you where you felt it

If you weren't there, then you probably wouldn't get as

Sentimental as the corny losers that was repping

We were up, but it's over I guess as people get older

Most things just get thrown back in the dark

But still I keep all the posters

I still got love for my soldiers

I'm grateful that we made it this far

It ended, you may never get this shit back

Embarrassed of the corny records we would sell to the mass

To hell with that trash, it was terrible

My bezel's intact, for this Omnitrix I've been forging like Ben Tennyson and

This a form change, I feel close to my prime

And I don't need a whore saying she needs closure this time

Says she's gonna be sober when only both of us dine

Then goes and nags me while she drinks

Man I'm just over the whine

Hoping that time fixes all the anger stoking inside

And as a young teen in this track list, you didn't know what you'll find

In Gen O's records it was worse if it had Bo and the guys

Oceans of rhymes, fucking hoes, and we got copious eyes, so at that time

We were up, but it's over I guess as people get older

Most things just get thrown back in the dark

But still I keep all the posters

I still got love for my soldiers

I'm grateful that we made it this far

There were four of us dudes, didn't need no more in the group

And each of us were coping with some sort of horrible bull

I was no more in the mood to be encouraged by you

So I threw up the middle finger and got hoes in the rooms

Now every hoe tells little bitty stories of the hotels

I'm over it as soon as it's over, but they don't cope well

But what you gon' do? what you gon' do? oh well

Just hand me that switch back and tell her bitch don't yell

They're misogynists, a couple of losers what they was calling us

Honestly it's stupid to see what all of our targets was

We were talking shit on the records that we were dropping

And got love for the hate and hated for love

That's how you polished us

We were up, but it's over I guess as people get older

Most things just get thrown back in the dark

But still I keep all the posters

I still got love for my soldiers

I'm grateful that we made it this far