Nah man, not quite finished yet...



Girl I think,

you just mighta just try-ta pull a muhfuckin fast one I'm mad

You just hurt my god damn feeling, and that was the last one I had

Does this look like an arcade, trying to play games, see the saw blade

See the silhouette, of a stalker in your walk way, better cooperate

Or get sautéed, and rotisserie, while you're hog tied

MCs get so quiet, you can hear em all fucking dog whistle when I walk by

Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin on that ass like the fuckin fall guy

I don't gas my Mercedes after midnight, I treat it like a Mogwai

Cuz it will turn into a gremlin and run over kids women & men

Vrrrrrn vrrrn! motor so big you can fit a midget in its engine

Bitch gimme them digits while your cringinNot by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,

Will I spen-spend even ten cents on you

Since when do you think it's gonna cost me a pretty penny

Shit if I think a penny's pretty,

Just image how beautiful, a quarter is to me

Ee-nee-mee-nee-my-nee-moe, catch an eskimo by his toe

While he's tryin to roll a snowball but, don't make him lose his cool

If he hollers better let him go ya'll



Get up baby get a move on, like a u-haul

You can rack your brain like pool balls

You won't ever think of this shit, yeah honey you called?

Well here I come, havoc on the beat, I wreak it

Evil, I see hear and speak it

Lady put your money on shady, fuck that other weak shit

Put your eggs in the same basket,

You can count every motherfuckin chicken 'fore it hatches

Cuz, you can bet your ass that, we gonna get it crackin

Like the Kraken & Titans, when they clash and,

Get your brains bashin so bad,

You gonna have Kurt Cobain asking to autograph on a blood stained napkin

Unfashionable, about as rational as a rash on a fag's asshole

Now let's take that line, run it up the flag pole with Elton

See if he's cool with it, don't stand there and look stupid at me bitch

I ain't in the mood for the shit, gif my dick, Google it till it pops up

Ya'll are so motherfuckin full of shit that your stocked up

Me, I'm always shittin diarrhea at the mouth,

Till your speakers crap out (pthhhhp)

Ha, what? girl you got a hot butt, like a lit cigarette

But you won't get a hot fudge Sunday from me,

So do not strut my way slut, because...



And now that I got your panties in a bunch and your bowels in an uproar

I'ma show you why I came, so you stop asking me what the fuck for

Not look you little slut-cunt-whore, I know you want more

Bitch it's time to put the math back in the Mathers

Cuz I'm a fuckin' [problem], run boy!

Every flow, got it mastered,

So every last word, hat you fuckin' fags heard

Comes straight from the fish's ass,

Yeah, in other words, I'm a bass-terd [bastard]

Lookin' at me like a killed Kenny, gas in the tank? Yeah still plenty

No morals, are instilled in me, so remorse, I really don't feel any

Eat your heart out Hannibal, understandable why you're jealous

Fuckin' animal, I got cannibal magnetism

Can't resist 'em now can ya hoe?

Shady, I don't understand ya flow, understand my flow

Bitch I flow, like Troy Polamalu's hair, boy

Don't you dare try to follow or compare boy

I'm raw, you ain't even medium rare, stay the fuck outta my hair boy

You can look, you can stare, point,

But you can't touch I'm too clairvoyant

I don't get it man, is there a void,

All this weak shit, what are my steroids?

Well bitch, I'm back with some shit for that ass,

In ya trunk elephant hemorrhoids

And remember boys...



Thank you for coming out. Hope you enjoyed the show.

Until next time... peace.