[Angry Mic: Verse One]

To whom it may concern that eighth I burned made me learn

I wasted terms, ???Shay??? stay to ???chaste spurn/sperm???

No razor burn, "save face" 'til the tables turn

Ungrateful germs, I enabled you to blaze sherm

I ain't concerned, I'm rolling the vanilla

But I can't control the tremor, though it poses a dilemma

I smoke with mellow fellas who can sell you Cinderella [Meth]

They're like my Penn to Teller, still the L's gives me propellers

I'm overzealous every O I relish, don't be jealous

They think that Mic embellish, no, I'm just on psychedelics

I'm taking caps daily, acid got my ass worried

Flashback! Who could ever hate Ashbury? (Haight-Ashbury; 1960s)

They're too timid to hear me, that's my primitive theory

Admit the finicky just mimic me, sniffing it yearly

It's been a minute, had to limit, dismissive and weary

I'm going to drop out listening to Timothy Leary

CHORUS

[Angry Mic: Verse Two]

No one can be compared, they know that the sound is rare

Marry one then groping and hoping for an affair

But bitches getting pregnant, it's going around this year

No money for abortion, I'm throwing her down the stairs

I need to get out of here, my mind's fucking cluttered

All this time in the suburb and my rhymes getting smothered

I'm tired of being high, trying to hide from my mother

Can't unwind, and now I'm intertwined with the others

I'll formally inform you that your form is just abnormal

The good die young, most these rappers are immortal

I'm scornful, Lord knows I should have been born still

So more pills, source got all sorts, he's sourceful

To Gods that are listening, your flaws has conditioned him

Your parishioners are missing cognitive dissonance

I prod at the insulin in mobs with omnipotence

The imminence of innocence is caused for your ignorance

CHORUS

[Angry Mic: Verse Three]

My life is like a movie, drink too much and he just babble

Canadian boomers have got me sleepless in Seattle

If it's seedless then I'll dabble

Those teen years was a hassle, I remember making pieces out of apples

Now that's just something behemoth, I just past you

Screaming, "Bejesus, look at Beavis, you won't last through"

Ingenious, the artíst too blue, this guys' a ??? raw

He got my ass down on the floor, still I ask for more

Pack that chron then pass that bong

I stay high even though the NASDAQ bombed

My dudes selling dubs when his knapsack's on

He's hooking more people up than Match.com

You asinine, whose plate is full? My appetites insatiable

I just can't have a bite, just so happens I may take it all

The afterlife awaits for you, don't act like I'm incapable

The hazards lights are flashing bright, so fasten tight, I'm breaking through