you're a freak of nature, all of us should know dun
cause i'll tell tales.. lik e how you were born with one
yeah i'm ill as hell when i write and i know ya can't stand it
so i'ma make ya an abstract artist by puttin ya head through a canvas
you not even good at work, and for that a punishments owed
cause your job in life will be over when i career you off the road
your ideas don't work and its because you'sa slow bitch
you've only got rational thoughts cause they come in small doses
your gonna get hurt so bad that ya memories won't last
but you'll still be feelin nostalgic, when my fist goes past