[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

Bitch, you know my M.O
Behind bars like I'm on death row
And I got the best dro from the west coast
Even though CT is what I rep, ho
So lets go, Mr. Potty Mouth with the fresh flow, I guess so
Stomach full of french toast, some egg rolls, and Benzo's
I don't get low, I stay high, say hi, then wave bye
Stage dive, then run through the crowd with a chainsaw screaming "Gay Pride!"
Cut you faggots in half, label it a hate crime
At age nine, I put a steak knife through this cat, but he still had eight lives
I'm not afraid to die, I was made to survive, devil with an angels eyes
You're stuck wondering why your ankles are tied, wasting time
Crazy mind, insane rhymes, give you both
I'm huge as Hulk, turn crews to pulp
You're just plain stupid, I'm stupid dope
Body full of brews and smoke, juice and growth
Even my blood cells look like music notes
Cause all I know is music, yo
I'm usually unusual, so you should probably move it, bro
I'm the shit dot com, backslash you's a ho

[Hook: Chris Webby]

Cause I'm just trying to live my life
And shit, I'm doing it however I like
I've been standing on the edge for a minute now
Kept myself from lookin' down, tell myself I'll be alright
I don't give a fuck if you like me, step into my Nikes
I'm always gonna hold my ground
Never fitting in with a crowd, through the ups and the downs
I'm the man now, so why sit down when I can stand out?
[Verse Two: Chris Webby]

Oo, there goes Chris again, don't know what dimension I'm livin' in
Ever since I can remember, I was always standing out, fuck fittin' in
With my fitted rim and my pants low, looking for a chick I can stick it in
Popped a few pills, now I'm feelin' 'em
Said I wouldn't, but I ain't got no self discipline
So fuck it, I'm wildin' out on these ho-bags
Leave toe tags, on any instrumental and my murder weapons that note pad
Always on the road like a nomad, feelin' like I'm really gonna go mad
And shit, even Malcolm in the Middle's father broke bad
Now it's time for the Megazord, fully charged up and I'm ready for
All thats in front of me, puffing a blunt or three
'Til my brain can't take anymore
Ask Betty Ford I've relapsed, I roll that, repeat that
With yo' girl, I lean back, while she's on her kneecaps
I'm crazy, I've lost it, stand back from the what the rest of the game do
Throwing punches even quicker than Bane, one shot to the brain, never came to
I'm Shun Zhu, you're a shi-zu
I'm a Great Dane, with no chain, you should run
Cause this dog will have it's day even if I gotta face you

[Hook: Chris Webby]

Cause I'm just trying to live my life
And shit, I'm doing it however I like
I've been standing on the edge for a minute now
Kept myself from lookin' down, tell myself I'll be alright
I don't give a fuck if you like me, step into my Nikes
I'm always gonna hold my ground
Never fitting in with a crowd, through the ups and the downs
I'm the man now, so why sit down when I can stand out?