I walk around like I still have a bullet encased in my chest
As I looked around I began to notice I’m nothing like the rest
The conversation has started and so has my test as the man of an hour
Used verbs loosely like a slip knot but now my rhymes are stone sour
Looking for more respect, more money and more power
It’s nice to meet you too but…
I wasn’t a born sinner and neither were you
I grew up watching blues clues in private schools oblivious to the rules of the hard knock life
Somebody once told me they’d eat me up, but now I’ve got a pot belly to display my strife learning in a white paradise
But I’m on my way to having a trophy wife, smoking a pipe dumping ashes on your plight, to display my delight
I may not go to hell but the devil is going to set me on fire, but I bet I can match his flames and I already trumped his desire
Pills made me do stupid things, in search of flings playing a misguided youth
Times we didn’t have electricity and my landlord didn’t throw us out
It’s a blessing that we are still under this roof
And it’s a blessing to be part of this conglomerate, you guys are hot like the bombs I spit and the adjectives I shout
Now I speak my clout and the devil has me here to be sincere when my disses go through your ears
My fears don’t coincide with your lies, hopes and fears
I used to wipe away my tears with a switchblade, now I’m getting paid channeling prophecies of a rendezvous to Dade
Underplayed in the game, underlaid but that will change with a little fame
Shall I stay sane, hardly
As I stumble down the stairs and my veins take speedballs worse then Chris Farley
No i spit speedballs with a side of Parsley
Burning Ferraris high as fuck on life, stay away from drugs but I don’t rule out the hashish pipe
I go star slight in a park fight and now I’m bed shaped getting my nose shaped
To flex my muscles in front of this crowd with my mouth taped
To prove a point without saying a damn thing
Anthony Day Grandin, that has a decent ring