I march with my headphones on

And keep a smile on my face like the first emotion while you're mowing

Your lawn

I'm flippin' poems that keep de la's eyes

Blood shot and wide open til the break a dawn (a 1 2)

Sometimes I've got to wonder if this body is mine

All I do is write songs, stay on the grind

When I was young I thought that I would be an astronaut

But now I speak in riddles and the people clap a lot

The rabid fox of rapping is back

While your stuck like a fly on flypaper, can you handle that?

I know you need to get your crew laced

But step to me or Muad'dib and we will squeeze you like some toothpaste

You squeeze me like a teddy bear thanks for the hug

Don't sound hardcore saying gimme the love

You're pulling me out to the very end of my wits

But I keep on holding tight like a vice grips, like this

See, we march to the beats of a different funky drummer 'cause nobody

Else can match the dance steps

When the parade hits your face from the stage, quit your talking like

You sat and drank a six pack of canned strep

Let the learning curve mimic the surface pf the earth so you never

Really know until you're under it

Time's over, pencil down, this ain't no make-up exam

Grab my trusty red pen and get to plundering, hungering

Succinct with instincts extinct to your upbringing

Stinging tongue slinging's fucked up like upchuck flinging

Dispatch potatomato molasses hash at averageness

Stand rigid with frigid digits to cast kelvin degree scale damages

Damn vicious, isn't it

Creeps into your bones, it's so cold

Come stand with it

Man, misses, or young scamp in tan britches

To dance with this is to plant a madman's frantic, frivolous

Expanding, random, dancing images into your visual cortex for

Enhancement and ammunition

Peak preternatural precision

Known to throw colorful globes that explode like Fantavision

You should do your homework, You need to learn a lesson

Just look inside my eyes and see what you can find

I can help you find your worth, no need for second guessin'

Just look inside my eyes and see what you can find

Your moving too fast kid, you're losing your control

Just look inside my eyes and see what you can find

If you want to do it right, you have to bear your soul

Just look inside my eyes and see what you can find

We march like the intro to your pep rally

Bring in the band

Watch 'em stand up scream and clap hands

Our crowd stays up, it don't need a kick stand

You couldn't fill the void if you was the gap band

Sound like crap man, so I'll chill and wait a second

No, I'll wait a first. Seconds yours its worse

Curse me if you hate me but embrace me when I get down

Your style is thrown together like a shantytown

How does that sound? like garbage

The newscast will tell the viewers just to turn away rather than face

The carnage

Back to garbage if you talk trash here's the end result

Make like orange juice, you get beaten to a pulp

I wonder if you can stomach this, lets get it cleared up

I'll admit you've got a look but its a fuckin' weird touch

You should take up drinking cause your whole career sucks

Winnie the Poo and Tigger both had beer guts. Guess what?