[Verse One: Angry Mic]

I never learn and I'm more stubborn as I get older

Even though my dude is to recover from a coma

I'm drunk with the mota [weed], running as I go to

Tell this ho, yo, bitch I told ya I'm sober

She ain't opposed, stumbled right into her mother's Volvo

Lost control, what is she rubbing up on her volva?

Missed a pole, what the fuck did I hit? A Tacoma?

Pull her from the rubble and the smolder

Back to the huddle, think it over

For someone that should of never got a diploma

Could have been a mogul

Every show killed, I turn the whole ville into Chernobyl

I am disgusting with vocals

Politicians can't govern, fucking shrugging their shoulders

They won't stand for shit like they covering up a boner

I flow like a glutton, guzzling ???

At the Qdoba, puffing dosure liker I suffer from Glaucoma

Proving that I'm raw, get the lube out of the drawer

And if you hear that Angry Mic is shooting for the stars

That means I brought a luger to awards

What you doing for consumers, it ain't music anymore

All my users have to snort, it's Peruvian, so pure

This that Five-Hour Energy but I ain't (Osi) Umenyiora

In lieu of trying to move new manure out the store

Plan a future without bars? I will view it as a chore

They won't embrace valence, then I blew a fuse

Can't escape to my outlet, I'm wasting my talent

Foul shit, don't like how it taste on the pallet

Politics, ain't enough space on the ballot

Fell off a precipice, retrogress, then send out an S.O.S

Yes, I'm pissed, pessimists who second guess obsessions

When he preps and spits, reason for my exodus

Other rappers living my dream on some Inception shit

Mic's disturbed, he writes these words, puts on a diaper first

And then recites the verse, I strike a nerve

You ain't gotta bite the curb, my appetite yearns

Rappers looking like hors d'oeuvres

Use to think it's possible, was cruising through the obstacles

Accrued a crude crew but you snoozed on the Apostles

Got me brewing, shooting at illusions that are optical

Used to seclusion is the conclusion that I'm doctoral

Rewind?, don't bother, I'm too hot for starters

You won't get it, you're Devry, I'm Harvard

Hoes might holla about a Snow White slalom

Come and take a free ride like a full-ride scholar

Choke every artist who call me a choke artist

You start this? Harness your hardest to bogart us

Body's off a harbor into a body of water

Then I argue ardently of which one will float farthest

???Marcus is hard at harvesting???, call that's a child's cartilage

Calling it a carpus, move over the fucking carcasses

No ominousness, this is the carnage that makes them nauseous

I'm tight and flawless and the flow is all good as Dwight from The Office

People say the style's hot but you know

I guess think it's fucking gay, Bruno

Too many dreams of killing rappers, people say I feel I'm after this

A fecal matter, I believe that they need to factor

I got the sickest cranium, picture Hitler mixed with Iranian

Acquainted him, too enriched in uranium

Pussies shouldn't say a thing

Loose lips sank ships, she remind me of my lady friend's labium

How unstable can this angry man get?

Put your wager in, yeah, freaking Nableton enables him

Going through that faze again, back to free-baseing in the basement

Atheist, gave up on no relationships

Poker face, smoking J's, I don't go to pray

Got over pain, plus I slang well like Novacaine

Opposed to fame like a dope fiend explodes a vein

No hope for change like a homeless person that votes McCain

I know I've strayed, so, I'm aiming at the closest range

No grenades, sill I'm about to blow like the Enola-Gay

They thought I'd go away, I'm here until I'm old and gray

Be more all day, this that Edgar Allan poetry