Oh, man. I need some fucking cash or something. Shit. I need to rob somebody's fucking house. How about this one? Hmm. Yep. It's a piece of piss if it wasn't for this fucking dog, man. Shit. Fuck. All right. It's all good. Let's do this. All right. Hey, doggy. Doggy. Rex. Yeah. Want a biscuit? Yeah. Want a biscuit? That's a good dog. All right. Just get up in this piece. Hey, Rex. Rex. Ralph. Whatever your fucking name is. Shut the fuck up. I'm cheeky when y'all can't see me. I'm sneaking around and even house staff's leaking. Bills build up. Uh-uh. No peeking. Surprise. Shit. No speaking. This is most definitely overly repetitive. Slow your career down like you're on sedatives. Hi, Mom. I'm on TV. Stop blending this pop rap mix and listen to my relatives. My oh my, Fig is going crazy. No, just made it so radio will play me. Adjust my voice. Write whack raps. Don't say shit. Instead say crap. Lack the intelligence of fat ladies. Elephants. Hell sent shady. So heaven sent the elements of hip hop and pop music to use it. Now to make money so Fig will abuse it. My oh my, Fig is going crazy. No angel but no Slim Shady. Just does rap, don't sing. He's lazy. Flow amazing. Money making. So here he comes. Big kid. Yeah. Fighting the scum. And? And playing with danger. Criminal speed. Running away from the world's number one. Who's saving the day? So check one, two. On the way to saving you. I'm in the phone booth. Jump out and guess who? The most strategic. Please, will we leave then? Consider a hero. I help paraplegics. Here I am, ma'am. Can I help you with your groceries? Actually, what you got here? I could do with most of these. No, I don't mean to be mean. I'm more playful. Stay with the elderly people and play bowls. How many superheroes can say they'll do that? Now forget burning buildings, firing all that. Batman for Joker. Superman for Lex Luthor. Spider-Man for Goblin. Me for home intruders. Even though it's probably me to begin with. It's easier to track down the criminal's footprint so the public feels safer when I'm more in the streets. Leaking my identity out over these beats now. My oh my, Fig is going crazy. No angel but no Slim Shady. Just as rap don't sing, he's lazy. Flow amazing. Money making. So here he comes. Big kid. Fighting the scum. And playing with danger. Criminals be. What? Running away. From the world's number one. Who's saving the day? I find myself lost with my criminal intentions. I want to be the superhero at the comic book events. But I seem to rob banks while I'm making my deposits. Take the cash home, then dump it in the closet. Go to sleep to wake up to spend my fast money. And turn myself in so my ashes has nothing. Wish I could decide which side I stand for. But when I try to control it, it happens even more. I play the evil villain. My own archnemesis. Stop myself though. Makes the effort effortless. Throw myself in jail. Break out within a week. Catch myself again. The cycle keeps repeating. So while I'm jacking cars, I'm giving them rights back. I'm not the type of person that's on the right track. Got two personalities, neither do agree. So now you know how hard it is to be me. My homophic is gone crazy. No angel, but no Slim Shady. Just does rap, don't sing. He's lazy, flow amazing. Money making. So here he comes. Big kid. What? Hiding the scum. And playing with danger. Criminals be. Yeah. Running away. Running away from what? From the world's number one. Who's saving the day?