You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em
Cause ain't no way I'mma let you stop me from causing mayhem
When I say I'mma do something I do it, I don't give a damn
What you think, I'm doing this for me, so **** the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if it thinks it's stopping me
I'mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtably
And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony
No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he
From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's still ********
Whether he's on salary, paid hourly
Until he bows out or he ***** his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a "**** you" for Christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the earth he's got the urge
To pull his dick from the dirt and **** the whole universe
