Twenty Two - Intellectual

[Intro]

A big part of the problem we face today is that our children have been taught in schools that every idea is right

And what do we call that? They call it multiculturalism

And it has paralyzed too many of our fellow citizens to make the critical judgement we need to make to prosper as a society

I'm genocidal on this 22, I'm Rwanda

I'm a dude both Hutus and Tutsis are not fond of

Lazy for days, work nights, Mary Jane Fonda

You're in a line-up doing lines, while I do conga

You want beef, burger, flipper get devoured like food

I'm a retarded evil genius using powers for good

A sip of brew when I wake up, then a Xanax at noon

I'm on some Drizzy-Drake shit, singing out of the blue

Means I'm singing in the rain

So, goddamn it, Sam, play it, Frank, sing it again

When I was seventeen I used to pour my seed down the drain

Creating sewage monsters, sorry Dufresne (My bad)

You'll never make it through the damn canal

See, I'm a fucking Heisenberg, and you brats a Hal

Your style's foul and a tad banal

I am a walking mystery like I'm femme fatal

The good and evil in me cancel out

A rough gentleman, I cum into damsel's mouth

I'm dangerous like sitting down in Chris Hansen's house

The new thing on the radio, I'm throwing Lazlow out

Checking in, sipping gin, plenty brew and plenty doubt

I gotta finish, 'cause it's twenty two, I'm checking out

I'm not a terrorist...(Get outta, get outta, get outta here)

Gotta go back, man, fuck a convention

I vomit with all the stuff that you suckers mention

Yeah, yeah, typical message, not enough attention

Every rapper thinks he's Biggie, Slim, L, Hova and then some

Throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights

'cause I don't like your God's work, go to hell with pride

Don't understand me, not the Mensa type

Your gun's heavy, well, my pencil's light, End of fight

Yep, why, wow, c'mon, just..., this is, this is, well, (Go home, go home!)

This is the worst crowd that I've ever... I'm not gonna...(Go home, traitor! traitor! Go home)

I can't go home, I've been paid by the club to... (Go home, go home, Terrorist!, Go home you terrorist!)

I'm not the terrorist! How the fuck am I a terrorist, tho?!(Go home, home)

Oh, you kiss that retarded ass with that mouth?

Jeez... (Go home!)