My pen hits the paper and the flow don't stop Beat in the head while my lyrics drop Got no sound boards, hear no music Some punish rhymes, I straight abuse it I'm putting them together for the world's amusement Lyrics so sick I make a surgeon lose it His lunch on the patient Barfs during operation Coming out like a cyborg from a lesser nation Losing a gallon of blood from the laceration It's like you're pouring your heart out, - Who could've known saying stupid stuff could make you a millionaire? Sit in a silver chair and forget how a stuffed duck got there When'd I buy that junk? It's not even acquired taste Must be a gift from the guy I maced If memory serves me It doesn't, it completely desserts me Can't even remember the last line Something about a duck? Just my luck