Now I ain't been rappin for a lotta time
But I know I got some kinda talent for putting words into formation
Like a seven nation army
Like bitch, get on me
Like bitch, you want me?
Wha? Well you better know
copper only got one love to show
And its these beats
It's the words up in between these sheets
It's the life I always dreamed to lead
Its an unlimited supply of weed
But shit, you gotta fend for yourself
I don't give a fuck about what others will sell
And fuck yeah I still love fl
I gotta get out there, fuckin give em hell

Yeahh
Fucking give em hell
Time will tell
Coppa you the man
Or just a tall tale
Did you fail
Or did you score some tail
On the trail up to the top
You lookin pale
What you rail
You on that coquina game of bail
And bump all the tail in the club and
Get them girlies all a rubbin
Their- eww
What the hell you talkin bout
What the fuck you on
Nothin but a little weed
Some shrooms and that LSD

See
I was raised on Pac and rhcp
That kinda music that makes you wanna see
What it really is like to stand and be
On top of the world, king of the number three
Rock from the sun
Rappins too fun
I'd rather have this than any other type of drug
My friends don't even bump my shit
But fuck it
That don't bug me one bit
If I make music for other people than might as well get my throat slit
This is me, on the track
Mikey b, from the back
To the front, people jump
To the front people jump

Jump baby
Right on this dick
Don't forget that my brain is sick
Even with the meds they tried to give
Me
I ain't got better
But the music has
Helpin me get off my ass
Is these voices in my head
Telling me to go and grab
The Winchester
And murder every hipster from here to Westminster
You fuckin hipsters make my fuckin stomach curl

Hov said it first, ill say it back
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
Hov said it first, now we're going back
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black