I stay higher than racial tension, with a facial expression Tensed up like I'm suffering from a case of nasal congestion Eyes hazel complexion, beige, age still in question Critics hate my tape, kids can't wait for the next one As long as there's rejects, my tape never ejects the deck That's the level of respect each CD gets While ya'll graspin at straws like me snorting crushed Aspirin And ghasping at air and collapsing in malls I'm just a realistic impression of artistic expression Who's tape is in the deck when kids shot up the delicatessen So owhen I launch a verse full of controverse That'll haunt you worse than Ma$e before he joined a church I'm sorry kids I dismissed this class I'm going back in the broom closet to sniff this gas Um, Mr. Mathers just missed the bathroom Pissed his pants and the world still kissed his ass This is my last album 'cause this is my last Valium Just pick my ass up when I pass out in the bathroom If ya'll don't like the shit that you're hearing Just blow me til you lips get to smearing And I can se emy dick disappearing
That means we're taking over this year, you heard? (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
