I'm with you, I'm with you
A'ight, yo-yo
Beat 'em in the head
Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space
I'ma sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Ma$e
I'm more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot and people that feel me
'Cause I'ma still be The Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as I'm on pills and I got plenty of pot
I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic' in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford
And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for?
Everybody's pissin' me off, even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off
No shit, I'm a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?
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