What up dawg you can call me MC-B.//
All my life, my brain's just been a mystery.//
I ain't got no goals or aspirations.//
I get fucked up, talking to apparitions.//
Yeah, I'm a skater, bitch so what?//
You mess with me I'll fuck you up or have you shot.//
You know, fuck it. Your life ain't worth doing time.//
I'll fuck your rep up man, then you'll be fuckin mine.//
I'll fuckin own you from your toes right up to your head,//
From right now until the moment that you're fucking dead.//
i may be a white guy but I got my boys.//
They stand behind me for the bad times and the joys.//
My boy ---- rhymes, he's fuckin wicked yo.//
I heard his and thought, hmmm, I'll give it a go.//
If I succeed or bomb, I don't really care.//
I'm just trying to express what's all up in here.//
I'm jst trying to fit my mind onto a page,//
Happiness, Depression, MURDEROUS RAGE!//
There's very little in this life that really gets me down.//
Always remember to keep smiling, no time for frowns.//
It takes 43 muscles to make a frown.//
It only takes 17 to turn it upside down.//
I alwasy wish I could have lived through the hippie times.//
I'd be toking lots of reefer and busting groovy rhymes.//
All in all I am happy with what I got.//
It doesn't matter if it's nothing or a lot.
I'm just waiting for the day I'm gonna die.//
Until that day, from my mouth will come no lies.//
I always like to tell it straight up, as it is.//
Hopefully that will get me going in this bis.//