Sanity going down the drain Verses are deadly killing like oil spills in spain/
dont blame me on a mission for fame status gain sick of all this pain/
If you ever see me in the Tacoma Dome flowing ya know i'm leaving the roof blown/
Got the Chronic home grown spitting sicc claiming this rapping throne standing alone/
Dropping more bodies off the Narrows, then the numbers from big tobacco/
must be wacko fuckin with me collapse like a new york city trade tower/
I devoir these cowards, eat you up and spit you out ya just too sour/
Absolute Power been a suspect way before that fucking MTV shit/
Fucking with me is like suicide get ya wrists slit from my wit...just quite/
losing myself like B-Rabbit at the shelter its my moment...time I owned it/
knew I had the skills but this time I showed it, a rising ghetto poet/
got a mic on my arm cause whenever i'm holding one I cause harm like saddam/
who sane? I dont really know i just focus puffing on that hydro turning me into a psycho/
bestowing flows with my hair braided now these suckas want me faded/
suddenly hated leaving fools in a circle humiluated spitting dynamite...got a light/
BLOWING up the booth at night hearing death at my door, a feeling I never had before/
knocking me straight to the floor seeing visions of gore floating cold to the shore/
from the city of Ted Bundy and Muhammed the sniper, got ya shitting ya self wearing a diaper/
encrypting my music you cant decypher, words are like terrorism disgusting to the public/
hate me but ya kids love it cause i'm exposing this crooked government had enough of it/
living my life on a tetter totter just lost my father and thats thicker then water/
Had it with rap sometimes I wonder why I bother, when I get no respect busting sicc like a slaughter/
A Tony Soprano killing tracks im deadly, got you singing this smooth dropping melody/
easing your thoughts so settling squashing fools for medeling with this lyracist/
drop one bar and you fearing this got ya delerious calling me a conspear-acist/
mind full of theories winning four of seven like i'm the angels at world series/
seriously i go through battles like court hearings, crowds of people always cheering when i'm appearing/
while the smokes clearing I'll be lighting another blunt, doing stunts fuck a jay if I pay/
i'm plac eating you away like tooth decay, my hoods from tac-town to elliot bay...oh by the way/
can you dodge from a tray five seven wear you lay, maybe in heaven today eleven slugs in ya chest/
ya know i'm the best making a mess out of these pests, born in the west so all the rest can get gone/
this is a dubb E.S.T. song fucking with this Don, gets you nused throat slit face down in a pond/
Aint nobody gonna miss you when i'm done bust a slug from my gun puncture ya lung/
Number One on the charts among the best got a ton of verses, killing challengers a ton of hurses/
missing persons after i disperse these curses say ya prayers cause you know nobody cares/
i'm climbing the cd rack like stairs hot as lit flares, take ya ass and go slap box with a bear/
Before you come see me face to face...another homicide case without a clue not a trace/
just bounce with the bass sicc shit no matter what the fuck ya race is, imma change ya rap taste/
dont blame me on a mission for fame status gain sick of all this pain/
If you ever see me in the Tacoma Dome flowing ya know i'm leaving the roof blown/
Got the Chronic home grown spitting sicc claiming this rapping throne standing alone/
Dropping more bodies off the Narrows, then the numbers from big tobacco/
must be wacko fuckin with me collapse like a new york city trade tower/
I devoir these cowards, eat you up and spit you out ya just too sour/
Absolute Power been a suspect way before that fucking MTV shit/
Fucking with me is like suicide get ya wrists slit from my wit...just quite/
losing myself like B-Rabbit at the shelter its my moment...time I owned it/
knew I had the skills but this time I showed it, a rising ghetto poet/
got a mic on my arm cause whenever i'm holding one I cause harm like saddam/
who sane? I dont really know i just focus puffing on that hydro turning me into a psycho/
bestowing flows with my hair braided now these suckas want me faded/
suddenly hated leaving fools in a circle humiluated spitting dynamite...got a light/
BLOWING up the booth at night hearing death at my door, a feeling I never had before/
knocking me straight to the floor seeing visions of gore floating cold to the shore/
from the city of Ted Bundy and Muhammed the sniper, got ya shitting ya self wearing a diaper/
encrypting my music you cant decypher, words are like terrorism disgusting to the public/
hate me but ya kids love it cause i'm exposing this crooked government had enough of it/
living my life on a tetter totter just lost my father and thats thicker then water/
Had it with rap sometimes I wonder why I bother, when I get no respect busting sicc like a slaughter/
A Tony Soprano killing tracks im deadly, got you singing this smooth dropping melody/
easing your thoughts so settling squashing fools for medeling with this lyracist/
drop one bar and you fearing this got ya delerious calling me a conspear-acist/
mind full of theories winning four of seven like i'm the angels at world series/
seriously i go through battles like court hearings, crowds of people always cheering when i'm appearing/
while the smokes clearing I'll be lighting another blunt, doing stunts fuck a jay if I pay/
i'm plac eating you away like tooth decay, my hoods from tac-town to elliot bay...oh by the way/
can you dodge from a tray five seven wear you lay, maybe in heaven today eleven slugs in ya chest/
ya know i'm the best making a mess out of these pests, born in the west so all the rest can get gone/
this is a dubb E.S.T. song fucking with this Don, gets you nused throat slit face down in a pond/
Aint nobody gonna miss you when i'm done bust a slug from my gun puncture ya lung/
Number One on the charts among the best got a ton of verses, killing challengers a ton of hurses/
missing persons after i disperse these curses say ya prayers cause you know nobody cares/
i'm climbing the cd rack like stairs hot as lit flares, take ya ass and go slap box with a bear/
Before you come see me face to face...another homicide case without a clue not a trace/
just bounce with the bass sicc shit no matter what the fuck ya race is, imma change ya rap taste/
