(Yo...these motherfuckers, man. They don't know...what I go through. Let me show you, man.)

Yo, let me show you how I'm livin', dude
I just copped some Reeboks, that look a lot like prison shoes
I'll probably never get the glistenin' jewels
Or stay in a mansion in the Hamptons, takin' dips in my swimmin' pool
I'll probably never have an MTV interview
'Cause I'd rather sit in my room trying to bend a spoon
It's the skinny dude, but I'll let the semi shoot
Aim the beam, that thang'll squeeze like lemon juice
I've been sniffin' glue ever since I learned to curse
I like to stare at girls, and I burp in church
You can say that I'm a worthless jerk
But what's my dirty shirt have to do with the fact I spit a perfect verse?
You heard it first, I hurt the Earth with the sickest rhymes
I'm on the block with the rock n***as, pitchin' dimes
Addict be scratchin', askin' to get in line
Prince Ea in the hood like crooked signs
Give me time and I promise you that I'll stamp
The game with my name, 'cause a lot of these n***as can't
You on that ganja or some powerful lookin' plant
'Cause you not sick, you put the thermometer to the lamp
I abolish these n***as' camps, or any fuckin' colony
I'm goin' crazy, maybe I need to find a shrink
'Cause I'm a nice Emcee
To prove it, I'll write it on the inside of ya eyelids so you reminded every time you blink
These rappers nowadays are pure comedy
I like rivalries, but go 'head, try to beef
I gotta gat that's astonishing
It'll clap, and make you go back like a time-machine
Everybody wants to get signed, that's fine with me
You want the finer things?
You wanna be a star with the cars, the ice, the bling?
Well I'm the Devil in the flesh motherfucker, you should go ahead and sign with me...
(Sign with me, motherfucker)