Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits
Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit
If you see me selling out in the store one more copy
See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch
See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch
Selling dust to kids is how I used to spend the day
See some more fags, we'll choke them herbs
Then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish
Wrapped up in this cult that I started on my website
Cage, number 9 on Billboard, fuck
Fuck your six, I got sixteen waiting
Then find your bitch dug out like the headrest where them screens was
Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit
Long range shots to where you and your mans is
Scratch her eyes out right where the evil itched her
See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch
And beat promoters down and be booked on spoken word
Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit
When I put shit together like Malcolm McLaren
Jump in the crowd and start swinging the cordless
Even pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two
My dogs are hungry so I flick em with cutting your face off
Follow my lead, smoke weed and bleed sloppy
Need a [unverified] elixir, a heaven [unverified]
If I'm too sick, I'm sorry, I'm trying to get my head right
'Cause I was only trying to live like Tim McVay
Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again
Now I gotta sick Kubrick on Lil' Bow Wow's nuts
So I push cop killers and things, they call quits
So I push cop killers and things, they call quits
Missed and hit some skinny ugly white bitch in Kansas
Get slammed in the dirt, murked and earth plate shaked
I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half
Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits
I'm porn again like the scam that got me in chain stores
Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent
An active ten, laughing and slashing friends
Look off over crowd, connect nicotine buzz
I respect women's lib by letting them get their mace off
One day got too pissed and sliced open two wrists
Anymore patient than when they switched me to out-patient
A suicidal failure like Shady's ex-wife
So I push cop killers and things, they call quits
So Keep staring, I keep feeding your brain flaws
Slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS
Left the hospital and dissed my whole crew
I punch lines 'til there's coke all over my two fists
You ain't stirring hurricanes, you breath on birthday cake
My career's low on gas, I'm stabbing the rapper in sight
