Just some * I wrote, you know? Just some * I scribbled downPens, pads, pads and pens All I wanted was to write rhymes, making them endsBut my past catching up, rap stacking up But finally I'm here, home, laughing it upIt's the notes from my notepad Thoughts, words and scribblesDescribed from the letter A How I chop herbs that quibbleI dribble pens to the last, think it's gone, bitchKill you when you walk, man, if it's NSYNC that's on itOr any lame *, you get your frame split at onceBy dark, I steal a car just to spark a hit and run* throwing the towel in, I'll wrap it around your neckCause your rhymes are better off without those corny sound effectsI couldn't care less about billboards and top chartsMake it a top ten, I'd rather drop men and pop starsWalk in the earth, curse to splurge in MC I can't do * about itI run my mind, I don't care, I don't careI'm out when friends meetIf we battle for clothes, it's even leaving your gearCause before your ass is done, I'm the MC of the yearNow you might spit it sick if you flow hat correctionAin't no personal *, it's the notepad sessionPens, pads, pads and pensAll I wanted was to write rhymes, making them endsBut my past catching up, rap stacking upBut finally I'm here, home, laughing it upPens, pads, pads and pensAll I wanted was to write rhymes, making them endsBut my past catching up, rap stacking upPens, pads, pads and pensBut my past catching up, rap stacking upBut finally I'm here, home, laughing it upIt's the notes from my notepadDreams, fiends and strugglesIt gets me to meet groupiesCause I too need to cuddleI juggle rhymes with rhyme until it's daytimeBut of course I take the time for some quality playtimeI don't waste lines, spit * till I run out of salivaMy biggest goal is to take myself out in a cypherI don't wanna keep it upDo my thing and murder wack crewsI wanna make a video with champagne thongs and catsuitsI keep it to the rhymes and save the dayIf I quit it, you wouldn't have anyone to pave the wayYour ace of spades, spit it sharp like razor bladesI cut your tongue off if you refuse to fade awayI want a shitload of moneyAnd get *-faced with a girlI would only quit rap for all the big babes in the worldNow don't you get it twistedCause I'm spitting with aggressionAin't no personal *It's the notepad sessionPens, pads, pads and pensAll I wanted was to write rhymes, making them endsBut my past catching upRap stacking upBut finally I'm here, home, laughing it upPens, pads, pads and pensAll I wanted was to write rhymes, making them endsBut my past catching upRap stacking upBut finally I'm here, home, laughing it upPens, pads, pads and pensIt's the notes from my notepadPoints, jokes and insightsLike most of the big rappersYou've never even been tightMy skin's whiteBut what the * you gonna do?Go against 4-1 and touch baseWith a hundred goonsForget about itIt's not like I'm the best because I want toThese do kill me offAnd I will forever haunt youI love youI replace herbs with killer virgins* that they deserveI'm so sick that even the mute people say wordAnd when my notepad is outI scribble writings on the wallI'm a loose cannonOf course I'm fighting when I brawlThis hard rock motherfucker's aiming to end my careerAnd what he thinks ain't worth *Like all ten of his peersSo don't you get me startedCause I have no enemiesAround meThey're all insecureAnd their masculinityTo get readyIn this instantFor the world's worst oppressionAin't no personal *It's the notepad sessionAin't no personal *It's the notepad sessionIt's the notepad sessionPenspadspads and pensAll I wanted was to write rhymesMaking them endsBut my past catchin' upWraps stackin' upBut finally I'm hereHome laughin' it upPenspadspads and pensAll I wanted was to write rhymesMaking them endsBut my past catchin' upWraps stackin' upBut finally I'm hereHome laughin' it upIt's the notepad sessionIt's the notepad sessionIt's the notepad sessionWe'll be right back.We'll be right back.