(Verse 1)
Feelin' classy today
Well, alright, let's go
I'm not evil, I'm just psycho
I'm so afraid that everybody looks at my lyrics to spot a typo (Yeah)Money rate growin' in my pocket is the minimal
Runnin' from the mobs of people who treat me like a criminal
The pinnacle of raw entertainment in my basement
Throwin' rocks at main eventsI unravel the havoc and take it easy in the hammock
Al Qaeda is the testimony, don't you ever wreck it for me
Killable syllables and the pinnacle of innocence
I'm a creepy little rabbit comin' out the factory

Capture me, I will be the toughest rapper, actually
Watch me as I drag my ass to the top gradually (Uh)
I never sleep. I stay awake and prey on the weakand then I devour the freaks
And then I pray for the weak
I transmit gamma rays and break off the manta ray's tail

I'll raise hell on a Saturday and stab the people
Yeah, another rapper watchin' the business
Don't look at me and my sick composition (Ha, sick)

(OUTRO)
I am done with this feeling
I am done with this feeling
All you suckers percieve this this