My life was doomed before I even hit puberty
I was wanted, about as wanted as a tumor be
Broken promises, promised just to humor me
You’d of given up a long time ago if you were me
Pops died of AIDS, no one read his fucking eulogy
I get mad depressed when they say they see the you in me
Lone wolf neglected, that’s animal cruelty
But I’m not affected, that’s ammo and fuel to me
We all got snakes in the grass perhaps
But at least all the snakes ate the rats' ass
Decapitate them all but the one in my pants
Your baby mom a snake charmer I just wanted to dance
She tried to join a cult, left the ho in a trance
Whooping on the fourth, we’ve been wanted in France
I just rolled a solid branch, then I’m polished and enhanced
All this knowledge without grants made her wander out her pants
How does it feel
How does it feel baby
To be on your own
Without a home
A complete unknown
Like a broken soul
People ask me, «is this shit gonna pay off?»
I tell em lay off, I’m MJ in the playoff
I’m a triple threat, he won’t even get that J off
I’m a let that K off to lay 'em next to Adolf
And my flow so sick my ad-lib is a AIDS cough
I’m Clark Kent, Superman just had his cape off
Inside the booth, blaze a blunt and then I take off
Cape Fear, all these other niggas Cape Cod
My alias is Maximus Aurelius
I’m the Kevin Spacey-est, aliens are atheists
My cranium’s the craziest, the zaniest
Its varicose how vain he is, missiles miscellaneous
Dracula meet Blacula, he’s black and Transylvanian
Tasmanian Macho Man Wrestle-Manian titanium
People asking if I sold out, no —
Bro, I still feel alone in a sold out show

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