Yeah, I'm trying to figure out the difference, but I think, I think the lines are starting to get blurred. I'm in a strange place, I feel like mace, when he gave up the game for his faith. I feel like I'm caged, and he's changing restraints. Criminary strings are in the place, while I gaze into space. Cause I'm mentally rearranged in his face. I need to change the pace, cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous. There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst. I done quit chicken heads, cold turkey, and started slowly roasting him. Cause that's where most of my anger is based. *** your feelings, I feel like I played with the saints. I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks. Then aim for all these fake congays, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes. I'm frustrated, cause ain't no more in sync. Now I'm all out of whack, I'm all out of backstreet boys to call out and attack. I'm going all out in this rap ***, and whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle. Suck a duck, crawl out the back, it's a bar fight. Prepare your arsenal, and beware of Barstool. Flying through the air in violence, breaking mirrors also. And I ain't stopping till the square jar's full. You done called every woman a slut, but you're forgetting Sarah Marshall. Haley! Oh, my bad, slut. And next time I show up to court, I'll be naked, and just wear a lawsuit. Judges be like, thanks, sir. How much that mother***er cost? Smartass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you. You jump, you bounce, you sexy mother***er. You're so *** gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you Aju. Because all you do is spit the lyrics out the wazoo. Evil twin, take this beat now. I believe people can change, but only for the worst. I could have changed the world if it wasn't for this verse. So satanic, Kmart chains panic, because they can't even spin back the curse words. Because they're worse when they're reversed, mother***er. You're so *** gravy, Marshall, I should start calling you Aju. And these kids are like parrots. They run around the house just like terrorists. Screaming ***, ***, ***. Adult with a child, it's like arrogance. Wow, ever since the day I came out, I was like merits. *** that. I'd rather be loud than I like swearing. From the first album, even the gals were like, tight pair, extremely eyes. But my *** mouth was nightmarish. And from the start of it, you felt like you were part of this. And opposition felt the opposite. Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums. Often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition. Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes. Borderline genius who's bored of his lines. And that sort of defines where I'm at. And the way I feel now, I feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies. When darkness comes again, then it comes again. If it shows my pen, that ain't me. So I go to him, but he's just a friend who pops up now and again. So don't blame me, blame him. And I step up and say, look man, I'm doing alright. Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend. You have slept for quite some time. So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber? Nah, eff with Christina. I ain't *** with either, Jessica neither. Simpson or Al? But my album's just sicker than strep with the Bieber. Get the chloroseptic, exaggerant elite. Or extra strength, Tylenol threes. Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezing. Bedridden and destined never to leave the bedroom ever again, like the legend of he. Or legend, my suicide note's barely legible. Read the bottom, it's signed by the Joker. Lorena said I never can leave her. She'll sever my wiener, I ever deceive her. *** that ***, bitch. Give her my dick. For pussy, I'll be Terry Mathers. I have a left with the Bieber. Get them titties cut off, try to mess with a cleaver. Golly wolly, I'll pit heat, register Jesus. Ever since one nine nine four six, stressing, it was definitely my destiny. Went on the steps, I met D. Sean at Osborne. I'd never make it to sophomore. I just wanted to skip school and rap. Used to mop floors, flip burgers, and wash dishes. While I wrote rhymes, trying to get props for them. Cause I took book smarts in SWAT form. They were sleeping, I made them stop snoring. Made them break out the popcorn. Now I've been hip-hopping, it's tip-top form. Since N.W.A. was glaring through my car windows. Leaning on the horn, screaming, *** the police, like cop porn. Flipped rap on its gear, like I dropped corn. *** top five, bitch. I'm top four, and that includes Biggie and Pac. Harden, I got an evil twin. So who the *** you think that third in that fourth spot's for? And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him, and I'm nuts. Then again, who the *** wants a plain M&M? But no one's insaneer than Slim. Look at that evil grin, evil twin. Please come in. What was your name again? Hi, faggot. Look who's back with a crab up his ass, like a lobster crawled up there. Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair. And you're all aware, I don't got it all upstairs. Guess that's why I'm an addict, and it's so small up there. Peace to Whitney. Jeez, just hit me. Bet I should call the loony police to come get me. Cause I'm so sick of being the truth. I wish someone'd finally admit me to a mental hospital with Britney. Oh! LMFAO, no way, ho. Jay Paez couldn't beat this rap. OJ, no. Hooray, I'm off the hook, like Casey Anthony. Hey, ho. Hey, ho! I sound like I'm trying to sing the *** chorus to hip hop. Hooray, no. I'm hollering. You got bottoming like an 808. And I don't know whether we're *** off that instead of your face, ho. Let your low end race, yo. Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dance and a bowling. You trying to hold hands with your homie? What? You think I'm looking for romance? Cause I'm only changed that tune. You ain't got a remote chance to control me, ho. I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner. Superman, try to *** me over, it won't hurt. Don't try to fix me, I'm broke. So I don't work. So are you, but you're broke. Cause you don't work. But all bull*** aside, I hit a stride. Still shady inside. Hair every bit as dyed as it used to be. When I first introduced y'all to my skittish side. And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize. Cause we are the same, bitch. Oh, please be empty. Please be empty. Please be empty. Oh, thank you, God. Ugh. ***. Yeah, I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in mouth. And get my ball out. And get gay until the AM. And lay with 18 guys naked. And let myself show. Let myself show. I wanna know that voice. But *** it. Suck it, pull it, tug it. Life's too short to not stroke your bum. ***, I'm serious. So everybody. Everybody. Circle jerk. Touch my body. Hey. Ugh. Who is that? Where you going? Ugh. Come back. Why does everyone always leave me? Hey. Hello? Well, *** you then. Blowing out your ass.