[Intro: Copywrite]

Smoke weed and shoot the cops

And giving all the lettuce to the kids on the block

Smoke weed and shoot the cops

And giving all the lettuce to the kids on the block

[Interlude: Copywrite]

There was me, Copy

And three of my enemies

All supposed to meet at the Cannabis Club

Well, the Cannabis Club could couldn't afford their weed license

So they sold us ayahuasca and peyote

Go figure

Which sharpens you up for a bit of the old paranoia

Plagued our minds this evening

And so kiddies, death to all

Right, right?!? (Right, right?!?)

[Verse: Copywrite]

I’m Against the Machine

Like Rage, bitches say (*Scream*), “Now where’s this

Freaking Cage, he'd have let me live, Copy’s dick engraves”

You are correct, madame. I shoot a TEC at ‘em

Columbine GT alumni dissect at ‘em

And I’m wearing white and a vest, death wish. Come on

Hit me right in the chest, I’m excited for death (Come on!) ‘cause I invited

My friends, so don’t disappoint, we hyped as a vet. Do it! It’ll be

Real Eazy, Eric Wright in the flesh. They let me out?

I could come outside? Duck and hide. Guess you could say

I’m practicing celibacy, I’m out of my fucking mind

Creature in the past life like happy belated murder

Stuff green in a shell like when God had created turtles

Shit, see a mannequin, sell a CD to it. Won't stop

‘Til I hit B.I.G. like LAPD bullets. My mic

Stand’s winning a few, hit you, get your lifespan split

Into two, alone, my hype man's invisible. Oh no

They're like, “Damn, it isn't you. Why couldn't it be?”

If I couldn’t emcee, I’d tie a slipknot to wood in a tree

Description bugged, I’m doing prescription drugs

While smooching a pistol slug, vamoose if I sniff enough

I'm doing the shit you love, gun-powder-flirting psycho

With a knife close to your shower curtain, rifle when I’m tired of lurking

I could tell if blood’s type A or type O coming out a person

When I'm dead, they'll remix every song ‘til they run out of versions

Strict muslim but quit cold turkey once they ran out of virgins

Switch to christianity but quit once I came out a virgin. Let ‘em know

One of my names christians whispering when they say grace

Wish me merry Christmas and happy birthday on the same day

The strand of my hand will make you paranoid of air noise

While you're smoking that artificial dies’ we call steroids

Kushing/Cushion the blunt like I dropped an L in my couch, coughing

Looking like there's Hell in my mouth, alphabetics

Selling them out my trunk two for a nick, my new whore is sick

What you thought? She called Two Short a bitch

And who could brag when half your fans are super fags? Your shows

Draw more dicks than Jonah Hill in Superbad

Better pray to God—advice from Peter—’fore his lightness strike delete ya

I'm writing ether while Jay and Nas are writing neither

So top five's not what I'm out to take. Try top

Every algebraic equation Einstein could calculate

[Scratched Hook]

People said his brain was infected by devils

[Outro: Copywrite]

Copywrite Rarities

Why don’t you follow me

Into a realm of unlimited releases?

T.H.E. High Exhaulted: 8th Anniversary Edition will be out soon

(Did you fuck up?) Yeah, I fucked up. We're keeping that

The Life and Times of Peter Nelson album will be out soon (Focus your mind)

Stay tuned

Focus your mind (Stay tuned)

Copywrite, Megahertz, ODot, fuck you