[Intro]

What are you doing?! Why do you ignore me?!

I don't like being ignored!

Uh, I pull the trigger with my tongue

POOM BOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOM

[Verse 1]

Coming up as a youngsta

I was one of the smartest amongst a

Slew of fools thinking it was

Cool to be a dumb-fuck

But it wasn't until I got to high school

That I would succumb to

Acting up in a rage, actually

Acting my dick length

Went from straight A's to hardly

Passing a grade

From actually reading ahead to

Hardly reading a page

It never failed, playing the part up

Up-keeping an image diminished my privileged senses

To start, but never finish

I...began a scholar, college career dearly departed

I...became distant, depressed, livid, cold-hearted

To those I held close

My family felt it the most

This is a toast to a side of me that is ghost

Arrivederci, auf Wiedersehen Hussein

You will be missed, NOT

'Bout time, imma go Kazakhstani in this bitch (watch me)

Turn something out of nothing, turn innocence

To a witch, like 1696, reds was saying that

Whites are the devil

[Hook]

Yo, I'm a rebel

My poetry's deep, keep your ear to the beat

I'll drown your ass in your sleep, so

I creep, yeah, so I creep

Yo, I'm a weirdo

My poetry's bleak, keep your ear to the street

I'll skin your ass in your sleep, I'm

A creep (yup) yo

I don't belong here

[Verse 2]

Not a radio-head, but I'm rocking to Pablo Honey, Kid

'ey! Don't try to hate cause

I gets jiggy with Coldplay

Muse is my muse, that music I'm

Bumping it all day

Spit an iron lungie at my Aqualung, and

You get Iron Lung me

Sappy and sad, nostalgia ridden yet madly happy

Till death do us part, my heart

Will this life make me Nat T.?

Ice cold with a burner

When I learn her, I'm Ike Turner

This is not for the faint, assmilk

Dribbling down your taint, murder

I'm no saint, but I'm quaint

Poison your head with lead paint

You're dead when I paint the perfect

Painting of something daint, emancipate

How do you like them apples? How do you like them?!

Since you bit them motherfuckers

Now you're considered fallen and rotten

Guilt is a trip taken without

Fastened shoelaces

Catch my drift?

Like a man with two strikes violating probation

May seem as though as I've said nothing at all

But on the contrary, I've said it all

Eclectic Proclamation

[Hook]

[Outro]

Uh, I pull the trigger with my tongue

POOM BOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOM

Rest in peace Old Dirty Bastard