[Verse 1]
In the grimey hostile hand-to-mouth environment
Every day and every night especially insightful
So I act different, plans are written with transition
Flopped your occupation, cus Badbonez is my ambition
Keep your distance from me, at least ten feet
When MCs bragging that their pens bleed, please don't tempt me
Your performance is over like Tommy Cooper's
Dying live on stage, no trace of comedy bloopers
Blocks of Buddha, chock up blunt wraps, hash muffins
Crack buds are freshest, then I commence the scab plucking
And these quitters won't stop playing roles of self-fellatio
And bit their own cocks, bottom-feeders of this modern age pyramid
Commonest bitch, with no authority to spit
In the honoured face of the ancient Sphinx
You can find me, every day, every night, every where
Any where, whatever the weather, yeah

[Verse 2]
So try to find me, the non-bionic symbolic bubonic
Plague of chimpanzee rage demonic psychotic
Ebonics, college attenders lyrical economics
Head nodding, neurotic, harmonic, Hypnodic
Keep your distance from me at least ten feet
When MCs bragging that their pens bleed, please don't tempt me
I'll urinate in your lemonade
They let me out the cage onto stage
Bolting electro-magnetic waves
Endless chains of unseen forces
Better take your safety wear to run these gauntlets
Shut the fuck, please cork it
Can't stand to see your lips pucker
Rumbling Rush Hour with Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker
Drink the brew of these roots and hear the spirits talk to you
About all the moves fulfilling what you ought to do
Sink the brew, and sing the blues
Sprinkle something wicked in the zoot
While biting my nails from Fingerfood