[Produced by J Dilla]

[Verse 1]

Whether is from the top of the dome

Or the Sinclair sin type

Been surgically-brain separated

Put to sleep; As soon as you sleep at me

I dust niggas off. Bust a nut in the peace

Clear up my fucks;

Loose change is for the folding wings

On his saucer whip

You saw his martyr jabs with the quantum leaps

Perceive as thorny when overlooked with a doobie

It seems

Like someone should have said something sooner

But nah, they cheerfully greeted

The sentient;

Satin; but say his

An alien parasite; until he peels off with rights

Hello;

You won’t miss me until I’m listed, deported

In poor health

Have feelings; with no feelings

With a fist cause all I did was flick these lil bitches

So go to hell

Self-slaughter yourself with the

Fucking halo

Oh

How you doing? Pushing plugs

Crucified these Howdy Doody fucks

Flub a dub

Objective is to get out of this struggle dump

Who bout it? Flows somatic

With a spliff

The ugly spick: up in smoke

Show these spectators his quaggy spit

Niggas swear they dig us; his sweaty digits

You play me; assault his N64 for the maintenance

Is the man in airways, roads, railways, pile lines, canals

Is the menace

Verbal homicide

Not keeping shit to himself

Don’t got to tell me twice

Not in your life

Whatever the fight

See Ely slammed; oh come back

I’m awful when dejected

In some sense you knew me

Fuck it

Stress villain

Left trails for these fucks

Derange an unzip

A senescent fuck

She satisfied to see me

Not knowing his berserk

He wore and toured his adolescent already