here I flip the finger, let the shit linger, I'm the kinger, I've already been through the ringer, but I still emerge, with the best damn words, for each verse, whether it's last or first, it's been with me since birth, this ability is kinda a curse, but sometimes that statements reversed, ill admit to going to the homies house and smoking weed, till I can't breathe, you can't catch me, I'm white but fast, can't jump, but if my lungs were inflatable they don't even yet need a pump, this is only one percent of my skill, I go in for the kill, complex rhymes, combined, with jokes about the shooting of Columbine, fucked up or insane, cut each one of your veins, don't use my name, in vain, you'll end up served raw and plain, like when the twin towers called up little Caesars and ordered plane, without pain, there's no gain, then wheres my gain?