Im so lonely,
curled up in a warm womb of blue
dark & empty, my heart has plenty more room for you
my storm blooms into something starving gently
The hardest century starts moving through the largest entry
and sooths the mood of the hardest of times
The only reason i'm sparkin these rhymes is to startle ya mind
Its partyin time .. split personalities are invited to cyph
me, my inner child and my evil side are having the time of our life
But then my Inner child tryna squeeze inside my evil side, shouting things
Tag Teaming to overcome me now and beat the life outta me
& now im nothing but a Problem Child, no job for awhile
Not a smile on this face when im vomitin bile
into the largest pile of guts upchucked on the carpet and tile
Hottest style out of ohio in ya state robbin ya child.