I walk down the street, so cold and lonely Look around at all the faces who don't know me I'm a nobody but maybe if I could shoot like Kobe Life would turn around like Job after the world disowned me Trying to mentally flip it, but trying to force it like Kenobi Just a bowl that needs cheese to go with my macaroni Just a misfit with a sick wit when the vinyl disc hits Put the headphones on and get lost without a witness Eyes closed, imagination on, doubt off, cast aside listless Now I can see like citrus, writing a writ of a hit list It's a bit of a sickness no hot lemon tea can fix this not even hibiscus when I kick this like six triplets Suddenly capricious situations switch auspicious I'm not avaricious, I'm ambitious in a sea of average fishes When I rap, just add up the minutes that pass and let's get at it bitches! Get your twitter locked while you pussies piss in the litterboxes I'm ready to pitch to you idiots so skip to the hitter's boxes I'm not a rap god, I'm a rap arthropod with configured robotics Exoskeleton made of metal, ready to kick up the notches Smack your subconscious like a monster twisting her glottis Like doing palates and karate like Michelle Watty kicking some crotches Leave the atheists and godless sobbing in the midst of the goddess Bitches running like botched robberies stealing watches from pockets And BFF Lockets, sucking their blood out with my proboscis