ok yeah let's go ok ye sket,Man I'm depressed feeling like a mess tryna live it up large but it's hard but I'll make it might even try to fake it yuh I think every night, well this ones for you brian,His names Brian White, They expect me to leave him dyin', right? When I spit these rhymes and I’m fly and tight. I’m high, I might, Just get spastic with this keyboard, Looking at the girl with you, I can tell that she bored. The guy rhymed career twice and thinks he’s nice, Work out the bugs on your mic, delouse your lice No beats for these bars but I’m Cold as Ice Life is a card game, I prefer to roll the dice. Your skill be fictional, Jesus Christ Taking shots at religion too, with my evil mic You’re the favorite of these people? Heh, right You get as much hype as a guy with a dyke Check your lyrics son, cause it ain’t nothing If I cared enough to make it, my shit is what the DJ’s would be bumpin'