You're 2% fat tracks'll get cream and curdled
I use jumping gymnastics hip-hoppin the hurdles
While your jaws are like turltles running round in a circle
Till you're blue in the face plus your pupils are purple
9 out of 10 men bend all out of shape
when they learn that underage bitch they fucked last week was late
I've got to get my head straight and look into the future
Say "FUCK makin beats" and burn down my computer
FUCK beating the clock cuz I got mad time to kill
So i'll spend every second trying to make it stand still
When the panic attacks, and your stressed out from bills
Head straight for the hills thats right passed the landfills
While I can't comprehend this trendy transportation
Take a telepathic trip to reach righteous revelations
But the rhymes and regulations don't supply a demonstration
to obtain a piece of mind and find my soul a reservation