"You know guy's like us don't often get a chance to talk to each other"

I'll still punch you in the face on some meet me in the park shit

I don't trust a woman or a man, dark or partless <--(?)

Recycled garbage on the radio that has no soul

Makes me question American people as a whole

So tell me what you watch and listen to

I'll tell you why you're broke, overweight, dumb and have no principals

Call me cynical, but why should I trust a soul

When I ain't never seen a soul, I will not be controlled

That's why I ended a three and a half year long relationship

Some people need to be loved, I fucking hated it

Listening to her complain, like I gave a shit

'You need to get a better job', bitch you babysit

That shit made me sick, so I cured myself

It's not selfish, it's self preservation, I insured my health

And if you don't like me cursing, you can suck my dick

I'm a rebel, when they say jump, I sit

"Hi honey."

"What's for supper?"

"Guess."

"Uh c'mon."

Yeah right, I ain't fucking with the married life

So I can come home from work to my fat angry wife

The fact is I can't stand work and hate kids

I love my folks but I don't want to end up like they did

Over 50 working shitty jobs they both hate

My father drives a piece of shit car with no brakes

The American dream sounds like a nightmare

All is fair in love and war, but I don't fight fair

The white hairs on my head are signs of stress

'Cause I've been searching for an exit and I can't find it yet

The walls are closing in on me and I'm getting close the 30

So hearing stories about your stupid kids don't concern me

These girls used to talk about me like 'oh I love him'

Now they're posing for Facebook pics with their cross eyed husbands

And ugly kids being raised by fucking morons

I got more meaning in a tattoo across my forearm

"He was wondering what yous was gonna talk about."

"That's right, we're all alike."

"What'd you mean by that?"

No were not all alike, we're pretty far from it

I'm only aiming at the sky to watch a star plummet

I tossed your favorite cds in trash receptacles

And view your idles as busted bitches and homosexuals

You're all a bunch of vegetables and fruits to me

And I'm talking about you if you're offended by my scrutiny

I'm what Caster <--(?) used to be when Jay was here

And you mothafuckas are Batista to make it clear

The 26th of July movement, it happened again

And it will happen if they make raising taxes a trend

I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not

I'm a savage animal that drinks and fucks with the cops

But what have you accomplished, and where's your acalaids

At least I can say I opened up for Wu Tang in my rapping days

Second stage at Rock the Bells without a manager

Or a record deal, just respect for the vernacular

"Are you serious. You're really serious. Haha, for Christ sake kid, what are you drinking? Give this guy a drink."