Uhh Sit down and take a listen son The story of you're daddy's life has only begun Yuh Nah that aint cool cuh Chillin on the sofa Crack open a Coca-Cola Why? Cuz ive done enough cryin The only one tryin Everybody lyin Like wow Every word in this sound Isn't nothing but the truth, no lies detected, can't be found Nobody understands The things that I see, the shit i believe The things that seem so hard, but that I can achieve Gettin back on my feet Let a fuckin hater speak Insults be so goddamn weak Drown your words down in the creek Listen up... Ya'll beefin while im rollin stoned chuggin Milo's from solo cups Now get back Soundin wack like you're on crack yeah reasoning is what you lack Ya'll are weird.. yeah ya'll are weird Wires showin on the Goodyears from throwin smoke on these queers I'm so high.. I feel alive Yeah smokin up and writin rhymes is one way I can survive Like Upchurch said, "walk into court, relax" Smokin bowls in the Focus cuz the drama makes me mad I'm convinced ya'll cannot write a better song So i'm gettin comfy, kick off the boots and slip 'em Hey Dudes on Just a buncha drama queens No angels by any means Mouths blabbin more shit than me when I eat all the baked beans Cuz none of ya'll are like me None of ya'll can out-write me Niggas tryna fight me But these bitches can't bite me Somethin bout the number seven Got me thinkin about heaven In the sky during smoke session It's become my new obsession Good shit happened to me lately affected my life greatly Now my mind be thinkin straightly bad memories so faintly Ya'll ain't ready for what's comin *laughs* Dr. Feast mothafucka