They look at me like... like I can't get it right
I'm here to ruin everybody now, fuck it...

I been a mouthy little shithead my whole life
No Remorse and no regrets, ideas I hold tight
Mama said I'm her special little boy, Told me to keep building when I just destroy,
Said someday I'll be happy, jamming and dancing,
Keep it up and have these people clapping fastly,
Cuz I was born blessed, the best that invested the rest of my being infected and checkered to check it, cuz it ain't chess, ain't just, just, justified to the press like lust, cuz, if I bust nuts I'm loosening your rugs and guts, give the shoulders a shrug with lungs full of nugs, I catch a buzz
Once, once more, once more again,
Dos, Equis I keep spilling on my Dickies
Tres, Fuck it, skip to Trece, ese
Inxnay, protest a thought, bow to sensai.
I'm in a mode now, since my hometown taught me to throw down, since Chino XL told me I got a dope flow and sound, Since The Rebellion gave me a place for me to call home for a while, Since Grown and Sexy got some play, people really liked it, we did all we could, nobody still would sign us,
Until a certain person heard the word that we were serving, now every single one of them is barely heard from.
It's chill, I'm a legend undiscovered,
Still drink beers with bums and talk life with brothers, And reminisce of the days past, chilling, zone that I live in, give me a sub and a methadone, I'm sleep depriven, stress ridden forbidden to slip in, the backdoor to Hell's kitchen, Danger I'm fixing.
With a hint of Lemon-Lime, Show me who's next in line, cuz I'm too busy behind my darling, Clementine, and she likes it, like I like beer and whiskey, like home smoke needs a chimney, like on the first date and my dick needs a jimmy, she likes the way I make my words sound tricky.
Make it a treat, I'm known to kill a holiday, Going in all the way, known to sink a fall-away, I could surely quit but not today, better fall in place cuz I gotta lot to say.
It's on my mind, chest and even stomach, I spit a line so sick you get sick from it, You got hoodwinked or even bamboozled, I give you the lung butter to cook inside your noodles.
Fucking gross dude, why do you think so nasty?
I didn't pay attention in class, so what's classy?
If ya wanna know how it goes, just ask me cuz your rhymes are shitty like a mic's stuck in the ass cheeks.
See what I mean, I don't need to convince you, say something mean to you and hand a box of tissues, and get gritty Father forgive me if I show no pity when lots of fake fuckers didn't find the time to give me.
In my right mind to light a fire at Disney, try to smoke a seaweed and do something more risky, cuz a good thing can become bad if you force it, I'm looking at my guitar trying to find ways to torch it.
And my mic cord's sick of the abuse, just plain tired of being used as a noose, the faders on the board are worn and calling "truce", I'm back to spit the truth, they should not have let me loose.
Here's a tip to help avoid confusion, Documented, Engraved in audio solution, Steep, I may come off as a creep, motherfuckin game I can't help it I'm caught up in this and I'm (2Deep)