[Verse 1]
It's The Villain, who the fuck you joking with?
Being real blunt burned n***as like I'm smoking spliffs
Well, life's a game and even though I'm over it
I need the green slid across the board like poker chips
Shit, I turn verbs into symphonies
Can't touch The VILLAIN like the head honcho sent for me
One day, Mojo is breaking down the herbs
And on some villainous shit, a scheme had turned to an epiphany
I'll never fit the shape like I'm breaking out the symmetry
He's nasty baby, yeah I move like a centipede
Sum him up in two words, pure tenacity
And when the camera's on I never keep it classy
Another product of a broken home
Bad acid with a bone to pick, no stone to throw
Mad bastard with a passion for the rapping, oh
Crack your head open straight like pistachios

[Verse 2]
Mad different n***as like to swear upon the saint
But when judgement day comes, how many will be saved?
I got this rap shit engraved, VILLAIN is my name
Lemme show you why me and you are not the same
Sharp to the edges like razor blades
What stays the same is the population hates to change
No questions, blind faith to range the days but straying eyes from the truth
Media labelled it to paranormal strange
And boxed it in with everything that man could not explain
But let me ask you, do you ever get tired of information fed off a silver platter?
Or like the masses, content with being passively detained?
You see to me, it's mind over matter
And though I'm scatterbrained I notice patterns
Different batches of bad acid made me shatter
And ascend with bad luck like I'm climbing under ladders
Adding different strains of Mary Jane to the platter
And cutting out the words like the ending to a chapter