Welcome to the madhouse, Good morning
I put a pipe bomb when your hope was forming
Don't try to escape nigga that's your warning
You'll never get out alive hoe that was common, Ah
Go 'til the gold collapse
Make a million out of rap just give me the sling crack
My girl say she love me I told her to lean back
Cause i'm far too important to get caught in all that
Tell me sweet lies that'll hurt if you won
'Til i hoped out the booth and she told me the truth
Now i didn't wanna hear it but i gotta go to bed
And work through this show even though i ain't that pair fuck!
Pair of witnesses, A chore for me
Hope to god someone prays for me!
While this father and daughter collect nickles for some scraps to eat
Who will care for I while I care for she!
Lets face it on this mission
Death is my intention!
Fucked up environment!
Plus, When i decided i would link up with the army coalition
Simple niggas give me the benefit of suspicion
Some beg for change I can't spare
But oh god You'd swear my check is theirs
Nah, i never had no fucking father or a parent
When your life is fucked up your guardians wont come near
Fuck a icon i state the facts!
Elvis? Overrated!
Farrah Fawcett? Couldn't act!
Raz B? Is a fag!
Taylor Swift? needs a tan!
And the worst kinda fan is a fucking Shady Stan!
Leave by the motto "Don't ever fold"
Wack shit goes plat classics go gold
Age of the MP Three y'all
Wanna sell records?
Gotta make garbage!
Light bulb!
Oh, god
I'm sorry
My bad
We got that
I'm sorry
Shout out to Yoko Kanno
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB