[Verse 1: Adverse]
I rep Denver you see this Broncos fit?
Burn the track down, we some fucking arsonists
Outside your apartments just waitin to spark your shit
You swear I had cheese the way me and Nacho dip
This smile would say he is so nice and good…
Pick up Elizabeth Smart, help her relive her childhood
And if I get comments about being undersized
I might slip the condom and bust inside your fuckin wife
My trigger finger itchy who gon’ be the first to stratch it?
My aim’s a little rusty, never hurts to practice
I embody sickness and ungodly business
Should be locked up or shot for being vicious
I live in a nice cottage on melancholy hill…
I’m a therapist that gives a fuck how anybody feels
Living on the edge, use it to cut my wrist
Attention whore, find my publicist n fuck his bitch
Rotted brain, you couldn’t situate with this pain
I find Tech N9ne and shoot that fool with his name…
I’m one of the children hidden in the ears of corn
My mind runs according to the gears of war…
Hip hops headache, get a tablet of Aspirin
I see girlies, come in the club grabbin their asses
What the hell I just want some damn satisfaction..
Besides I do it professional, in a cabin in Aspen
N’ score 81 times like she plays for the Raptors
Nobody seen her since the day of her capture?
Well I’ll tell you if I see her in my basement
When I’m down there freebasin with Satan..
Carelessly, washing it down with Kerosene..
I’m the one person hell’s scared to meet..
So I’ll probably stay here, stuck in purgatory
Snorting white, jacking off to murder stories