[Intro]
This a different change of pace
I don't feel ashamed, ha ha
In my zone, I need to get out my head, shit

[Hook]
In my head were the fuck do I start
N***a all I can see is the dark
My heart, and my thoughts are not to par
But still sick, like a n***a bout to barf [x2]

[Verse]
My Glock being bigger, so n***a hold ya fire
Post apocalyptic visions, bout to commit them
The only thing a n***a got, is some kill in my system
In my head to much, so the outside is a business
Don't fuck with you I don't need your assistance
Raw when I spit, so I feel like I've hit intermissions
Shit that fucked me up, is a sucker punch
A sucker, who dosen't live up to nothing but his gut
I make my lines, match my grapevine, align my dateline
With a pipe, and if you bite, like great whites
You get dealt with, by the dude with more Logic
To throw a prepubescent humorless superhuman
Through some Fruity Loops, faggot due to you
I gotta "Act a Fool" like I was rudely ludacris
And slap a nudist with a pool stick aiming at there noodle
And fuck a stewardess in there maximus gluteus
And stick to always killing and shooting
Like it's glutinous lubricant, you little fruits
I'm scrupulous to kick every rapper breathing
To Jupiter, and blind them with my luminance