[Intro]

No! Go! You can't tell me nothing

[Chorus]

Pains bottled, empty pill bottles

I walk around so hollow you can barley see my shadow

Please don’t follow I can fight my own battles

Rock Bottom is a tough pill for swallowing

My mama used to tell me it would all be ok, just pray

And then there wasn’t no pain

No, go, you can't tell me nothing

I got no fucking problems, I got no fucking problem

[Verse 1]

My friends, they ain’t show me no love

It hurts like I’m pulling molars

So lately I been a loner and turning into a stoner

Pop pills like I got Ebola, and then I done float up-

Up into the clouds and I never come down

I would have to get picked off by Kyle Fuller

See Xanax is from the doctor, panic then turns to coma

I babble on like a toddler

The baby’s gotten out of the stroller

I’m crazy call me bipolar, but I gotta get a hold of myself

Before I implode cause I’m bout to get crushed like a Coca-Cola can!

So fuck man I must get sober

I done had enough of these frickin’ episodes

When I am on the cusp of this hip-hop exposure

To combat the weight that is on my shoulders!

And hey!

It’s a little bit too late to state that I’m not the chosen one

Motherfucking Joseph’s son, I’m Obi Wan Kenobi

I meant can no one be

So you high school rappers need to go to lunch fore’ I bully them

Cause y’all ain’t old enough to go throw a punch

On a boxer with lyrical golden gloves…

Let alone like I would let

Any MC spit of my flow, neck

When my lines are the best of these rhyme poets

And this, might be the last chance I’m gon’ get!

[Chorus]

Pains bottled, empty pill bottles

I walk around so hollow you can barley see my shadow

Please don’t follow I can fight my own battles

Rock Bottom is a tough pill for swallowing

My mama used to tell me it would all be ok, just pray

And then there wasn’t no pain

No, go, you can't tell me nothing

I got no fucking problems, I got no fucking problem

[Verse 2]

You see I’m probably never gonna change

I’ma be the same till the end of my days

Been through pain and I went insane

So I don’t give a damn what you have to say

You can’t tell me nothing, so fuck it, I ain’t budging

I’m something like a rock when push comes to shoving

Cause I’m not finished you can tell my critics put a sock in it!

And that’s the end of discussion, see I’d have some empathy

But when my enemies tend to be whining and fussing

Cause envy is plenty for rhyming and bustin’

So jealous MC’s try to push on my buttons but FUCK EM

Cause yeah man it’s funny, bad grades and no money

Keep laughing while I’m making something from nothing

It’s back to square one

Hip-hop bare knuckle punching so where’s the percussion?!

When I’m spitting this madness on a track like it’s nothing

To be syllable blastin’ with attacks while I’m bustin’

Got a knack for this frickin’ rapping and kicking ass

When I’m rapidly rapping it, pap-pap like a gat clip

People talk a lot of crap but that shit

Ain’t passing as a fact, naw, talk is plastic

So I’m not gonna talk chit-chat shit

Hop off my rap dick, I automatically slaughter wack kids

It’s the return of the enigma, never understood but I bring the

Middle finger to these dinguses

Cause I’m giving em’ a minimum of venom

When my pen is leaking vinegar, through enema to enema

I never been a minister

But fuck it, I reckon my records are wrecking the internet

So check the perimeter, fore’ I heckle and finish her

Yeah homie see respect’s what I’m in for

So I guess my-

[Chorus]

Pains bottled, empty pill bottles

I walk around so hollow you can barley see my shadow

Please don’t follow I can fight my own battles

Rock Bottom is a tough pill for swallowing

My mama used to tell me it would all be ok, just pray

And then there wasn’t no pain

No, go, you can't tell me nothing

I got no fucking problems, I got no fucking problem

[Outro]

No, go, you can't tell me nothing

I got no fucking problems, I got no fucking problem