(Verse 1)

How naive of you, go and get a CD

Or PCP thinking you can beat me

It's feasible to cover each of you in feces

It's inconceivable that we're the same species

When he sneeze, you should worry about a disease

I need cheese but I'm handing out freebies

I know they skeevy just to put it briefly

I got more listeners on coke than the Bee Gees

Weekly, the priest preached to reach me

I eat E, now we tease a "beastly"

I decree, I see she is sleazy

And I don't want the same shit that got Chi-Chi

I don't retreat to my teepee, this chief smokes peace trees

Rolled up in a treaty

Started spitting over Anno on "Release Me"

So me and Anno can recede to BC

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Motherfuckers think they're tough enough that they try fucking with the flow

This Can't Be Right

No other motherfucker will smother until they suffer and they know

It's Angry Mic

(Verse 2)

I'm at your doorstep, not the one you can avoid

No corvettes for my portraits, I am annoyed

I'm in more debt, trying to get my pen employed

But I don't force shit, these assholes got hemorrhoids

Hip-Hop toppled when he told you to wobble

Now he's colossal, damn, what a debacle

Drugs up my nostril and I am hostile

But haze assuaged my rage until I'm docile

No gregarious, you fuckers are hilarious

Various therapists will tell you I'm nefarious

Embarrassments are imperil because I'm meritless

Precarious, make you sterile, then leave you parentless

Killed your name, the villain is still the same

Insane, been trained to drill in into your brain

You fussing? The repercussions will be disgusting

Trust him, you'll grow accustomed to the concusiions

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(Verse 3)

It's the society, fuck my notoriety

I got to permit proprieties in a lack of sobriety

Ain't got no acclamations, I do it quietly

My aspirations could never get as high as me

It's my ritual, this user is habitual

It's visceral, what do you do when you're miserable?

West Coast looking at me like I'm mythical

It's hard to be indifferent too when puffing on medicinal

I'm too gross not gross about a mil or more

I'm too ill, I can't afford to have my skills ignored

So I still record cause I got the real aboard

Was my will restored? Or am I really bored?

A silly sword? That's all you brought to fight me?

My pen is mightier than the fucking "All-Mighty"

When Mic vetilates on this mic, men afraid

You ain't really Hard, You like Mike's Lemonade

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