Paroles: Apathy. Baptism By Fire. Welcome To Assholeville.

I talk shit like my shit dont stink,
I dont front like im rich, i dont rock no link,
I never, puff piff, and my clothes aint pink,
aint a punk aint a pimp but a walk with a limp,
im real cool, educated but never graduated school,
i was a little kid on Ritalin that was ridiculed,
most rappers yall put on pedestals are pitiful,
myspace paedophiles, completely predicable,
pick apart my flow pattern completely invincible,
try to read off the notebook the words are invisible,
visualize this if you can invision,
spitting so precise its like Christ has arisen when he writes,
alright, alright, I let ya catch up,
this aint nothing but a button to make ya self destruct,
structure strategies,
suckers get stripped quicker than whips in the hood,
so get going while the going is good,
and if ya didn?t ya should,
shut up and open ya ears,
spit out a flow so fierce every foe disappears,
I been ferocious for years, so fuck ya bogus careers,
yall got it popping, well nobody even notice ya here,
you like mosquitoes in ears, buzzing but swiftly get swatted,
as quick as I?m spotted these muthafuckas pussies are clotted,
you get it you got it, you got me so the chicks be exotic,
even my peoples up in boston say I?m simply retarded,
pumping that hydroponic, aquatic fluid, the speakers blewing,
shit I speak is deep as ?truids?, im street, and speaking fluent,
influence like influenza when I spread in ya centre,
this menace will send a sickness up in ya bitches placenta,
so suckers surrender,
with different rapper, chicken macka, trick attracter,
old school muthafuckers be like listen to the whippersnapper!,
bitch attacker, dick her after, hang her from the kitchen rafter,
chip stacker, click clacker nobody can spit it badder,
kill that chitter chatter throw some blows and ya chin?ll shatter,
there aint been a sicker cracker since searching mr. mathers,
it?s the baddest average, ap?s after star status,
so he gases up the masses then its ashes to ashes,
now let me breath on it, kill mc?s on it,
fuck ya girlfriends face and blow seeds on it,
yall musta really got it twisted thinking ap?s so chill,
you see that sign up ahead, welcome to assholeville,
im in a whip blowing donuts, with two hoe sluts blowing both nuts,
my girl hear this, she gonna go nuts,
im easy e, loeced up, im bobby brown coked up,
fucking Jessica Simpson after her and Nick broke up,
im sittin on the boarder of heaven and hell
praying to god and singing at the same time so records will sell,
with every breath I exhale,
another crucifix nail, is impaled just to make certain I failed,
but I aint stopping til I?m dropping that?s just simply not an option,
get it popping or im popping oxyconton in Wisconsin,
I rap and produce to,
a felon and boost to,
believe me coz CD?s aint selling like they used to?

(Thanks to Myles Of Stylez for these lyrics)