I'm about to go buck wild, I'm ready to shape time
Bust out a track and keep rocking it wild
Everybody wanna know who the xxxx is king
Damn right it's me and im doing my own thing
Choked to death on a motherx microphone
It's all good I'll be back for my fucking throne
I'm bringing it back to state of attack
The streets called so breaking everything on your back

Soy cruz giving them boys blues
No answers for them band nerds we the leaders of the nu
You elitus that don't see us we coming soon
Light a match up on you gassed up xxx xxxx riding on fumes (boom)
So give me the mic and watch and see what happens
This is just my life I'm not even rapping
The black fonzie more schemes than ponzi
At your revolution with quaaludes and pudding cosby

You xxxx
You know I am all about that
I don’t talk about you brat
I don’t care about xxxx-chat
Is it so hard to understand that
I’ve been feeling dead today
And it’s like that everyday
Stay away from me, stay away
I don’t even feel the pain
Xxxx beliefs and xxxx the rules
You open your eyes bemused
Xxxx what they say
Xxxx this world
Will there be a revolt?