Shut up, yo, yo, yo, yo

My life's not right
(Check one)
My life's not right
(Check two)
My life's not right
(Check three)
Are you ready?

You know this was supposed
To be for my album though?
Oh whateva, it's okay

When I send a sickness dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the ***iest of slow jams

I pull a glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by the biggest of buildings
And had the sonic volcanic cap
Butcher have attached to his dead mother

Now this material might walk with a twitch
And live for the twisted ****
Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
Electronic talents fold

The realest television is the one that talks out 'loud
Even when the plug is corroded out
And they say productivity is up this month but I've lost my p***ion
Sick of waiting in line for my weekly chocolate ration

It's bad health and industrial sadness
Never helped by tofu franks or sadistic maggots
This addiction is more random
I walk door to door Mormon style, spitting my sick tantrums

Because I wasn't born handsome
Now that my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons
With beats that have to be registered
As *** offenders represented to the public

I'll exfoliate your face with the acid inside my stomach
Binge and purge, we live in thirty second blurbs
And if consumers stopped existing, we'd forget how to use words
Just ***kin' eat each other till the next ice age occurs

Or at the source awards scratchin' our heads like 'What happened??'
If the kids would've disclosed that you all lost if you just ask them
Out to plant life that sits and looks pretty
To attract curious intersection angels when in the city

That's below any self-respecting actress in a German schiester film
Who gobbled doggie **** and human feces
My fingers tap buttons with sanctified awareness
From heart scan to pulse readings

This a voice from a dead dimension without astral projection
The sluggish rugged discuss bunk that hovers
Acme lab rat, escape barely breathing through the heating vents
I'll try to come back for my family before the poison feeding commence

But if I should exhaust God's patience on
Someone better take my place *****
Tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
And it's in my dreams I see their faces and

Murderers is like handles that clap sandals
Hand sand off tools and I can't stand on two
Amped off booze, wheelie with my ancle bruised
On the block silly with a mint Ellie

Watch young ladies hop scotch with the pink jellies
That's me trying to *** vetti with the longness and pot-bellied
Till it's nauseous a raw dog orphan
Straight out of the orphanage often

Lost in a realm tryin' to find cells
Strapped like a marksman with raps that'll off kids mad hi
Got my mind wrapped in a coffin resurrect thoughts in amorphous
Morph into Aquaman, polyin' in waters, talkin' to dolphins

To get that bilingual spittin' charm, tryin' to get it on
And spit a thorn that'll split a form in half studyin' math
Light 'dro Eaton's love mixed with ash, spit bats that stick to dat's
Sip snapples and twist off caps when you ***kin' with the sickest cats

Yo
My life's not right
(Check one)
My life's not right
(Check two)
My life's not right
(Check three)
Are you ready?

See I exist, iron fist, metal speech, scientist
Came out the womb of a phoenix, expect nothin' less
Then a mature flame velocity's my plane, my thought is my train
The galaxy's, the body, sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain

Heard my verse, ain't nothin' the same
I leave your mouth open when you're standin'
The word's the midget, esophagus is the cannon
Cipher unknown, the upper hand on overstandin', watch the landin'

Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air
Last of America's heroes here to close the circle
I still remember the age of Coleco
A daily struggle but I hold onto the vision

Hip hop at it's best when it lacked television
And everybody wasn't an emcee
You know where the flows be and if you check the rhyme slowly
You'll find out cats is unseen like Jarobi

And most likely openin' doors with the psyche
If it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything
Starving but hack or crush anything
Not stars from the songs we sing this ****'s ridiculoid