I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be the most meanest MC on this Earth.
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse, and just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works. And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension dispensin these sentences. Not come and speak to me, I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing.
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick, If you tempt me my tank is on empty. No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin you 10 feet in the air. I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you.
I'm tired of arguin', I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me.
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered with all of this nonsense. And all of this controversy circles me, and it seems like the media immediately points a finger at me so I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up with the bullshit they pull, 'cause they full of shit too.
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin and I have returned.
I'm so sick and tired of bein admired that I wish that I would just die or get fired.
And I just do not got the patience to deal with these cocky
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how, 'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out, 'cause they drivin me crazy, I can't take it, I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit. You can call me an asshole I'm glad.
'Cause I am, whatever you say I am, If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? I don't know it's just the way I am.