Bitch, you got one television (One set), and the one that you have is cheap (Have is cheap)
It's like when they test your blood (Test your blood), that shit is a plasma screen (A plasma screen)
My house is like Alfred E. Neuman (Alfred E. Neuman), bitch, I got mad TVs (Mad TVs)
I got a whole lotta issues (Whole lotta issues, prr) and MAD magazines
Turn the thermostat all the way up's only way you're gonna blast the heat
Call you leisurewear like V-necks, all y'all just casualties
Critics I don't rap to please they be like that brand of greens
Label 'em Del Monte 'cause everyone you can't appease, yeah

But they bite off of this 'cause they like my shit
No fucks, take offense, but you like that shit
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
She'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shit
They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Came up in a world that never really gave a crap about me
Two months my dad was outie blew up, he bragged about me
Talk about seizin' the moment it's like I have the Lawry’s
I got jumped at Checkers but across the board, the game had to crown me
Man, I swear this shit is a trip similar to a family outing
When I look back at how these kid-kids in my class would clown me
Said I'm just a huge waste, well, that must make these rappers belts
Because now they all feel so small that they won't even wrap around me
Expect me to give in like a sinkhole
Stink, ho? Bitch, no, I don't think so
Like Cool J, back to Cali
Borderline nuts, but I have no boundaries
If you get in my way, I'ma bury ya
Like a barricade around this area
They call me the grand canal be-
​cause I'll be damned if rap ain't damned without me
Keep it a grand like a damn finale
Coup de grâce as I shot to superstardom
Who'd have thought what my medulla-oblongata screwed-up thoughts could do to toddlers?
But I grew up on ramen noodles, combination of post trauma due to mama
Got me off my rocker, human lama, but everything is not hakuna matata
But I pour my heart into the ink in these letters
I tear you apart as I piece it together
How am I so sick if I keep getting better?
Bitch, you ain't fuckin' with me at this ever
You got no cheese and no cheddar
You need some yeast, at least get your bread up
I hit your bitch up like Pac, told her to please keep her head up
'Cause she was suckin' my dick in the Jeep when we met up
I show up like you just said speak of the devil
The devil is speaking, "Now shut up," now shut up
I'm tryin' to take rappers heads off
I'm out for blood like the Red Cross
Turn your GPS off and get lost
This TEC is not for no TED Talk
But every word that come from my lip bomb like I'm ChapStick
Seedy as a motherfuckin' compact disc, bombastic
I'm ahead of my time and my watch fast, bitch
I'm strapped, safety off that bitch
Hop back with this Papermate
The pen'll be the only thing I'm not cappin'
Better quit your goddamn jaw-jackin'
Used to write my raps on napkins
Too much paper, now I'm stackin'
And you can't take it like dog aspirin
Ain't alcohol, but I'm strong as it
If rap was liquor, this song has it
So if you don't wanna get wasted
These ain't the kinda bars that you'll wanna take shots at then
They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit
No fucks, take offense, but you like that shit
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah
She'll fight over dick 'cause she like my shit
They bite off of this 'cause they like my shit