Yeah, I'm trying to figure out the difference, but I think, I think the lines are starting to get blurred. Chicken heads, cold turkey, and started slowly roasting them, cause that's where most of my anger is based. Off your feelings, I feel like I played with the saints, I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks. Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's, and the Drake's, I'm frustrated cause ain't no more insane. Now I'm all out of whack, I'm all out of backstreet boys to call out and attack, I'm going all out in this rap. This ***, whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle, suck a duck, crawl out the back, it's a bar fight. Prepare your arsenal, and beware of Barstool, flying through the air in bottles, breaking mirrors also. And I ain't stopping till the square jar's full. You done called every woman a douche, but you're forgetting Sarah Marshall. Oh, my bad, don't. And next time I show up to court, I'll be naked and just wear a lawsuit. Judges be like, that suck, how much that mother***er cost? Smartass, you're lucky I don't tear it off you. You jump, you bounce, you sexy mother***er. You're so big, a baby Marshall, I should start calling you Anju. Cause all you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo. Evil twin, take this beat now, it's all you. I believe people can change, but only for the worst. I could've changed the world, if it wasn't for this verse. So satanic, Kmart chains panic, cause they can't even spin back their curse words. Cause they're worse when they're reversed, mother***er. And these kids are like parrots, they run around the house just like terrorists. Adult with a child, it's like arrogance. Wow, ever since the day I came out, I was like Maritz. I'd rather be loud than I like swearing. From the first album, even the gals were like, tight pair, extremely eyes. But my *** mouth was nightmarish. And from the start of it, you felt like you were part of this. And opposition felt the opposite. Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums. Often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition. Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes. Borderline genius who's bored of his lines. And that sort of defines where I'm at. And the way I feel now, feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies. Then darkness comes again. Then it comes again. If it shows my fin, that ain't me. I step out to see my twin. But he's just a friend too. Ops up now and again. So don't blame me. Blame me. Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend. You have slept for quite some time. So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber? Nah, effort, Christina. I ain't halfway with either. Jessica neither, since on her album. My album's just sicker than strep with a fever. Get the chloroseptic, exaggerant elite. Or extra strength, Tylenol threes. Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm freezing. Bedridden and destined never to leave the bedroom ever again, like the legend of he. Uh, legend, my suicide note's barely legible. Read the bottom, it's signed by the Joker. Lorena said I never can leave her. She'll sever my wiener, I ever deceive her. Uh, that is s***, give her my s***. You see, I be Jerry Mavis, I ever left with the Bieber. Get them teeth cut off, tryna mess with a cleaver. Golly wolly, I bit heat, register Jesus. Ever since 19946, dressing, it was definitely my destiny. Went on the steps, I met D. Sean at Osborne. I'd never make it to sophomore. I just wanted to skip school and rap. Used to mop floors, flip burgers and wash dishes. While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for them. Cause I took book smarts and swapped for them. They were sleeping, I made them stop snoring. Made them break out the popcorn. Now I've been hip-hop in it's tip-top form. And N.W.A. was glaring through my car windows. Leaning on the horn, screaming, oh the police, like cock porn. Flipped rap on it's gear, like I dropped corn. Top 5, I'm top 4. And that includes Biggie and Paco. And I got an evil twin. So who the *** do you think that third and that fourth spot's for? And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him. And I'm nuts. Then again, who the *** wants to play him and them? But no one's insaner than Slim. Look at that evil grin, evil twin. Please come in. What was your name again? Hi, figure. Look who's back with a crab of his error. Like a lobster crawled up there. Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair. And you're all aware, I don't got it all upstairs. Guess that's why I'm an addict. And it's so small up there. Peace to Whitney. Jeez, just hit me. That I should call the loony police to come get me. Cause I'm so sick of being the truth. I wish someone'd finally admit me. To a mental hospital with Britney. Oh! LMFAO, no way ho. Save my ass, couldn't beat this rap. OJ, no. Hooray, I'm off the hook. Like Casey, Anthony, hey ho. Hey ho! I sound like I'm trying to sing the *** chorus to hip hop. Hooray, no. I'm hollering. You got bottom in like an 8-0. Eight and a bass. Whether we're *** off that instead of your face, ho. Let your low end race, yo. Tango, what you think? Slow dance and a bowling. You trying to hold hands with your homie? What? You think I'm looking for romance? Cause I'm only changed that tune. You ain't got a remote chance to control me. I'm only vulnerable when I gotta burn. Superman, try to poke me over, it won't hurt. Don't try to fix me, I'm broke. So I don't work. So are you, but you're broke. Cause you don't work. But all boasted aside, I hit a stride. Still shady inside. Hair every bit as dyed as it used to be. When I first introduced y'all to my skittish side. And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize. Cause we are the same. Gay bitch. Please be empty. Please be empty. Please be empty. Oh, thank you God. Hello? Is that a girl? Gonna rock this blouse. And put a knock in mouth. And give my bop a wow. And get in to the AM. And lay with 18 guys. And get in, let myself show. Let myself show. Oh, I know that voice. Butt off, kid. Now skip on the target. Life's too short to not stroke your butt. Oh, serious? To everybody. Everybody. You're a jerk. Touch my body. Hey. Hey. What's going on? Who is that? Where you going? I don't know. Come back. Why does everyone always leave me? Hello? Well, *** you then. Blowing out your AM.