I don't smile, I don't frown, get too up or get too down I was here, so were you, you came and went, I stuck around Still here now, stop me how your opinions like a broken calculator That shit doesn't count, shut your motha fuckin mouth I'm emptying, my book of rhymes, get em all off my head, every thought that I had I'm emptying, my book of rhymes, get em all off my head, every thought that I had Haven't used all the tricks I have, so like my paws I'm in my bag Get a little testy when I'm mad, sick of wrestling this iPad Unsuccessfully I might add, and I know it's best to leave it live But even I get obsessed with reading everything and let it get the best of me till I snap But I need to get off the internet, I need to get on the mic You need to get off the internet, you need to get you alive Why you waste time just to comment on shit, especially shit you don't like Don't like it, don't listen, but don't tell me bout your favorite rapper ripping some shit What happened to Slim, he was no cap at the pin He used to rap like the people his music was for He was exactly like them, his judo used to be poor Why can't he tap into him, can't use that excuse anymore He's mad at the wind, he's in a nuclear war With a clown, he's yelling at it again I talked to your mother, she told me she loved me All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me Once nobody bought me, she showed me the doggie Can I get a witness, like no to Republic Bridge She said kicks and fly shit, fly shit I said I got wings on my ass Told her my dog's a cockpit Fly by the seat of my pants Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy This shit's retarded, this sin's just mental Too many bars, incidental charges When did it start, I've been cold hearted In this heart since kindergarten Mental sharpness, which makes Slimmo walk in Dennis' office John Bennett flossing I used to wonder, I used to wonder Where my next meal's gonna come from Now I just wonder, now I just wonder Where my next meal's gonna come from I cannot have no success, unless when I finally make it I get to remind all the haters They hatin' it on me when I'm on my way, I'm on my way My floor is y'all food ceilings, if I was you I would step up, I'd just suck twisted That tire wind up like spiral stairs I will swear on a stack of bibles, I will tear New behinds outta rivals, even your idols I don't care, it's music to be motivated by Somebody's hair can swallow a fucking gyro Bobblehead and I slow like all time, ha ha Lone sniper, I hold the microphone Like a loaded rifle, my dome's brighter All I spit from my skull's fire, all that's missing's A motorcycle with a chrome wire, smoke tires And y'all a flow biter, so I don't gotta Explain why they call me a ghostwriter I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes Get em all off my pad Every thought that I had I'm emptyin' my book of rhymes Get em all off my pad Every thought that I had Haven't used all the tricks I have So like my balls, it's in my bag I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad But gift a gab and pin the patch Or temper tantrums in the anthem For lips to irks and kiss the cracks, bitch, it rimmed It's still gonna hit the canvas, rippin' rappers Ripper snappers, Mr. Mathers is killin' this shit Villainous wit with scantless syllables, rip the planet Biblical shit, it's finna hit the fan Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that Then the amygdala, hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus To think of the most ridiculous shit To spit and pit it against these pitiful rappers Insidious, these idiots, witty as shit Against me, ditty as MC Hammers Get your whole squad, send a task force in If you want it, you about to get what you asked for then Put your helmet on, strap your chin, you about to get you a crash course in Who not to start a motherfuckin' rap war with Let it go against the fuck you wanna do that for No offense, but all your rewards slow or dense A fuckin' penny has more sense Yeah, now you gotta get killed, but it's not a big deal But every thought is so ill and so methodical Thought I swallowed a pill, I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel Inside a carnival, cause I'm plowin' into everyone And wrote snotty articles, and that explains Why the fuckin' clowns are all in my grill Joy and pain, fortune, fame Torture, shame, choice I made, swore someday The world will pay less to lose and more to gain Daughters raised yesterday, glory days Adored and praised, ignored the hate, addressed the fate Tore it with Dre, tore a page from Jordan Kane Destroyed the game before you came, enjoy your stay Before it's gone away, but the more you claim That you're gonna point and name, if you join the gang Your shit isn't going to bang, you're just boring, lame And more of the same, you have an enormous chain But a stormless brain, the most you can form is rain Your shit is pointless, same as a scoreless game So bitch, we lyin', you're denying, like Mr. Porter's name Borderline bipolar disorder, since my stroller Eyes rollin' back at my skull, like Eli Porter Fire motor, rounds, I told every yacht Order, I load up, I order, my motor Mouth, this is my note to self Sometimes you're gonna bomb, so you just might have to Blow yourself up with no one's help I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes Remo, take us out Garage I'm inside