[Intro]

I'm with you, I'm with you

A'ight, yo-yo

Beat 'em in the head

[Verse]

Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space

I'ma sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Ma$e

I'm more than ill

Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill

Human horror film

But with a lot funnier plot and people that feel me

'Cause I'ma still be The Madd Rapper

Whether I got money or not

As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot

I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht

But I would like an award

For the best rapper to get one mic' in The Source

And a wardrobe I can afford

Otherwise I might just еnd up back striking at Ford

And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for?

Evеrybody's pissin' me off, even the No Limit Tank

Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off

No shit, I'm a great danger to my health

Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?

[Outro]

A'ight, yo

Who the fuck are ready to go?