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I trust that everyone is enjoying the music

As the title of the album suggests

This was meant for your listening pleasure

While you are being done in

Call this evil intent, like me in a limo(Yeah)

Like the shade in these windows

Smoke gray, ladies go mental

But no way they can see in though(Nah)

OJ blade is a pencil(Yeah)

Propane takin’ my cranium

Code-name Titanium Temper

I almost swallowed my car

I call my Mercedes a Benzo

b**ch, I ball like a baby

Ball like J, but not Jay as in

Jay-Z, J as in Leno

‘Cause I got a huge mansion

No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon

Too scandalous, Sue Atkins

The kinda crazy you can’t fix

I’m still the one your parents hate

I’m in your house eatin’ carrot-cake

While I sit there and wait and I marinate

I’m irritated, you ’bout to meet a scary fate

And come home to find yourself starin’

Straight into a f**kin’ barrel like Sharon Tate

Raise the concerto while I narrate

Yeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a f**kin’ arrow shape

I be on a higher plane in aerospace

With so much leg-room and air space on this airplane

Unlike you ’cause you’re on a flight too, but it’s a staircase

Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone

I’m losin’ control

Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe

Overd-d-dose

Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo

Like a win-window

Little engine gone, little engine

I am the top-sellin’, who cares?

Stop dwellin’, then stop yellin’

I’m not yellin’, you’re yellin’

Smart aleck, goddammit

f**k is that? Stop hammering(God)

That’s what it sounds like in my brain

Much as I fight to restrain

I have the right to remain violent

Any rhyme that I say can and will be used against you

Icicle veins, mics will get slain

Life it will strangle you with bicycle chain

You’re gonna have to come identify the remains

Wait, what?

I said my head is twisted like a red tie(Yup)

Can’t get a f**kin’ word in, edgewise(Shut up)

Success overnight like a red eye(b**ch)

Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy from the Westside

I’m hot dog, no you’re not, I’m the guy with the Oscar at Meijers

In appliances by the washers and dryers

Chick ran up like, Marshall, on fire

I looked down and said, no, I’m not, you’re a liar

She said, no, your music

Heard you’re back with the Dr. and I heard

Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone

I’m losin’ control

Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe

Overd-d-dose

Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo

Like a win-window

Little engine gone, little engine

Dr. Dre

(Psycho) Psycho, killer

Michael(Michael) , Thriller(Thriller) , my flow, apesh*t

I go-rilla

My flow(My flow) , still a psycho(Psycho) , killer(Killer)

(Nitro) Hi hoe, Silva

Similes and idioms giddy up

I think I can, I think I can

I know I can, psycho I am

Michael, my knife go right hand

In my left hand, I hold mic stand

Little engine gone

Chicka-ch-chill like I z-z-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch(Yeah)

Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel(Nil) , word to Goodwill-will

This must be how bein’ hoodrich feels

Was a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick Bill(Hi hoe)

Finna take you out like an outro

Bruce Wayne and Alfred, look out hoe

Blueface meets Albert DeSalvo

Balboa with a scalpel

Scoundrel hound with a mouth full of Alpo

Now, little engine gone, finna vrin-vrin gone

I’m losin’ control

Heroin and blow, Marilyn Monroe

Overd-d-dose

Time to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endo

Like a win-window

Little engine gone, little engine, gone

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