I I'm an emotionally disturbed person People think I'm talkin' to When I'm on the rhyme A mass productionist, a mass matador
Pan it more to the left, you go Minimize the synthesizer wiser when I wind up for the But I pitch a bitch 'cause sales get derailed And towed an abundance of
Damn, I let it go, he was my man I to trust him but I busted him twice In my trash can and I'm I don't need to see the dichotomy in me
Knew something was fishy but I'm better Wishy washy or topsy turvy, it irked Me that I caught him sleepin' I try To be awake but ye slows it down
So I can't dilate and that I'm bigger that but I also have to consider The that opposed to him not being The right peeper, I'm a sleeper
So what does it mean when I maturity And still see that I'm not the of my Mayonnaise, the of my milieu At I have a swing and a few things
On my mind, never a good nighty night Just a and shine, why's the rhyme so important Why do I to be so potent And blow the mic a flow without
I don't, I'm and outspoken no token, I'm just a roust about I have a house and clout but I don't tight But it's routine few fiend for true
Hip hop, a trip when I drop my style And forget it and forget where I got it And how I got 'em sprung I'm Stuck on and I depend on my luck
And wealth for health so I don't Explode with stress, serve you an elf Platter, they'll tell me my is fatter Than the first but I'm a light sleepin', in a hearst
I don't wear in my songs, I diss The skirts in verses an I to measure My with clever panometers, but I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo the hobos
A nocturnal colonel in a I put fly kids' eyelids to a detour For deep sleep I freak beats, I snap a defective contraceptive and my sleep Will be light, so know that I'm tight