I'm not even on your radar
Y'all are at the bottom like common denominators
I'mma fuck you up like a condom inside a gay bar
And start stacking up all your bodies like I was Adolf
I'm coming out of my body like at a seance
You're going down like half of the teeter totter I ain't on
I hope I make it, I already quit my day job
And I'mma do this shit till I'm down inside of a graveyard
All these posers and I'm the guy that you hate on
I rap until I'm causing a kamikaze grenade launch
I fill my paper by writing on it with crayons
And walk away drinking Arizona like I was Trayvon
Give 'em what they want, got a starving appetite
I see a Pontiac I like, I need a new car to match my bike
'Cause every time I have to drive it, it never sparks and half ignites
Kinda cardiac with mics, it breaks my heart to have to fight
My mom and dad were right, I'm an insomniac at night
Almost died a couple times y'all brought a zombie back to life
Trigger alarms and hazard light, ticking a bomb to sacrifice
The way I act, you would've thought that Dahmer's acting nice
And I carry lots of gadgets, here's a box of matches
I'll make you run out in traffic covered in muriatic acid
My ears are not attached so I don't hear a lot of you bastards
And if you hear me on a track you'll say I'm weird but I be spazzin'
I'll be the fear 'cause I'm full of madness, the creature out of the blackness
I'm gonna teach you hot to react whenever I beat you when I be rappin'
I'm gonna reach up under your black dress when I be sleepin under your mattress
Now they be calling me Boogie Man when I be coming in wreaking all of my havoc
Now you have to consider me, when I rap I get jittery
Cut of your arm and make you surrender like you were the Statue of Liberty
It's still a human so I fuck the back of the centipede
I rap I hope you're into me but if you rap I'm probably your enemy
40 Days and 40 Nights I'm feeling Restless at the Speed of Life
And if you try to come against me you gon' need a mic
Man, I'm Machine a Weapon, I'm creating all Destruction
Walk around Full Circles pouring Napalm from a bucket
I'm just a man, but I want it all till I've been gone
Logically disgusting, you motherfuckers I shit on
I was picked on till I found out it was making me get strong
Then I found out I could write a lil' bit and delivered it like I was Vince Vaughn
My whole life they would ask me, Can you do this?
I plan to do it till I'm Shining like I'm Stanley Kubrick
I been Procrastinating and it's time to make a change
'Cause I been a Bottom Feeder and it's Driving Me Insane
Feeling Chemically Imbalanced, got a headache that I'm having
But 11 months have passed and I am ready for this challenge
Spent a couple thousand trying to get a tour to happen
And then get a hundred gallons of unleaded for my gas tank
But still I don't regret all that has happened
Been to Hell and back, defeated every devil with my tactics
Every one of you's acting, I'm gonna threaten you with malice
And after this I hope that you remember me for talent
'Cause all I ever wanted was to be on top
You get in my way, you cleaned up wit an old mop
You gon' rot, I'm so hot like stove tops
In my own mind, I know I, just won't stop

I'll flip you inside out the way I fold socks
And tell these kids lights out like 8 O'Clock
Don't even smoke pot and I'll beat you with no Glocks
And I plan to make it big while you shrinking like cold cocks
I call this shit my rodeo, your molecules are crumbling
Talking shit, I'll tape it closed, now you're just mumbling
Already been on the radio and y'all dudes won't touch me
And it's obvious I'm crazy yo, my volume's so funky