I walk around with a pen and thoughts in my fuckin ear. so everything I think of see, Ill let you fuckin hear. My beakers filled with beer when in the labrotory. how do you think I thought of these here fuckin labrostory. Droppin more shit than a baby on ex-lax. And next time youstep to my mic eat some tic tacs. My lyrical concoxtion is toxic in the labrotory. Keepin it so damb real its way beyond the glory. A rope around yo neck could be bad for yo health. so do yoself a favor and demise yoself. everything Im tellin you could be quit subliminal. And anymore help from me would be considered criminal. I ll guide the stupid people and tell them who they ought a be. my lyrics work of genius and not to many smarter than me. Ill lead em to the edge and tell em jump and theyll jump see. And before they hit the bottom they better be payin me. Cuz even at the lowest level there still aint nothin free. Whos the wise guy and whos the funny one? I guess im both of them but only one carries a gun. Poke fun at the weak and have laughs with the poor. an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Im like willy wonka makin musical sweets. and only hang with brothers that have lyrical rap sheets. This lab was made for dope and thats what were producin. So get addicted to this sound it what were enducin.