Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause Im the

prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me

sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, Im holding our

people above. No time to wait theres the gate proceed.

Ive got what you want and Ive got what you need. Im your

musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand

around your neck and your money unspent.



They call me mister boombastic fantastic. Dont do nothing

drastic you spastic, cause I bomb the mic like a fascist. Im

not even from America and I bury ya. Light in a coffin as to

not to worry ya. Bury ya make you bounce like a berry yall.

Make you giddy in you stomach like your sisters are ba ra

bop. And now you met your match as I drain out your power

and make you stop like a Seiko sports watch.



Your a blank zero, forsaken hero youre always gonna be a

motherfucking weirdo



You see the laughing man hes a nut cause hes a Salinger

fan Its the Quarashi plan taken from the Koran. They beat

us up and they wait till we break but in the end this is just

another earthquake. Repent and your lost, forget with all

cost. Its a malady a sickness you cant floss. You gotta

leave it behind, look around find a sign get back on the

track and walk the fine line.



Your a blank zero, forsaken hero youre always gonna be a

motherfucking weirdo



Check it check it out here I come not leaving till Im done

Please stay a little longer and youre gonna get some from

the man from the crew, little boy blue. Wait until its dark

and well be home for you. Now you may fuck up, you

fucking stuck up prick you better watch it before you make

the whole world sick thats it. Making me ill, you know

against your will. Im throwing rhymes like grenades,

making a kill.-a