Please listen up to this Public Service Denouncement
Of all the beliefs held by the thousands
And everything you saw dear
I’m spittin the words you’re afraid to hear

I’m a self conformed literalist
The world only exists as it's seen
I’m a wordsmith, and when it comes to rhymes
My ears are keen

And if you want talent
This is what I mean
I’ll cut the fat
So here’s the lean:

Life is material
My thoughts are all lyrical
And a tad venereal
But mostly satirical

And all your shit is cryptic
And when you stutter I rip it
It’s easy for me
Nothing scientific

You see rhymes come to my head
Like butter on bread
And when you stop n’ stutter
I begin to rip another

You see, you’re mind can comprehend
That words that I’m bending
To fill my every need
With the message I’m sending

I’m like an amputee
You take from me what is missin’
But now I need my body back
So shut your mouth an listen

I know you can’t understand
The rhymes that I’m spittin’
My musing and philosophies
None of this you’re getting’

But I'm a menace
I get inside your head
Bounce around your mainframe
When your lying dry-eyed in bed

You see, I run the world
Under close supervision
'Cause a little of me is in
Everyone that listens

I'm a self licensed psychoanalytic
The best the world ever saw
But you're gonna need a doctor to fix that dropped jaw

So let me set the record straight
Since we don’t see eye to eye
Cause I be setting the crime rate
And you’re just a beer pong guy

My thoughts may seem erratic
What’s that? I’m an addict?
Nah, thinking for you is just a conflict
You see? All my rhymes are handpicked

From this apocalyptic,
Bomb like tick-tick
Raving epileptic
Thing I call a mind

And I may be broken hearted
Shit-faced before I started
Crazy like a martyr
Not misplaced, just departed

And I don’t know what I’m saying
Sorry for my dirty mouth
My feeling just get that way
And when I’m open all hell breaks out