Might as well This is madness This is an outrage As a matter of fact, this is outrageous Yeah, young sire Slap the fuck out John Cryer Rough rider, rob inside... Like I want kids My head continues to be haunted I burn a city down while I'm unconscious Maybe gon', take some qualoods Conversate with Jesus Batting practice with the muthafuckers Roast with Babe Ruth Do as a saint do Turn painful to graceful Devil on my trails I'm trying to find the Holy Grail Right there And if Mars is the farthest That man has set his target Then I don't why we even started I'm sick of being too nice To people who don't do shit but consume light Told myself, fuck the world kid, just do what you like Go and have a food fight Start yourself a new life You too bright to be inside a bunch'a mediocrity But all those big words ain't gonna get you paid And those abstract ideas for sure will get you laid You got it made in that mad house What the fuck you got to be sad 'bout? Go ahead a rap now, do what you do best I mean, that's what you do best Matter fact motherfucker you suit vest You need to buy a new dress I heard you and your girl live in a duplex I'mma put her ass in a suplex The sun East, the moon West You got a clue, what does a clue get? Nothing My milk and honey Cherie-Cherie Amour My Cinderella in her carriage by the doorway Her ruby slipper made the wizards send the scarecrow and the lion Through the forest to the wicked witch's fortress While she scortched them into fore play Remember that? he said he fight a box to see the wizard When he was visited by Dorothy who came here on a blizzard Now the whole worlds in color Still, here ambien was next to Kim, but not her mother For real, her face was care-one I suspect she migraded from Kansas up from Deerborn and Had beef with Mrs. Gulch the very beginnin' of year one Mr. candy man the parables were ramblings The poetry's like the poems and songs of Lightning should strike the stone and then Moses should make a tablet The judge bang the wood up in Parliament with mallet yell here here Finally some order to this rap shit Finally some sort of water to soil these cracked lips I keep my shit crispy and elegant So miss me with the irrelevant The guard body is heaven sent The hard body is reverus, since the son of bi-foot Brother of foul, every rhymes allowed Every line is kosher, livin' la vida loca Shout out to Tony Toca, we did it how we s'posed to