VERSE ONE: Since the christening I've never been interesting / Odd man out not the one to be fitting in / I'm a loner dottie, a mutherfucking rebel / Isolated by the bass and the treble / Horror movies and sci-fi like blade runner / Read books to satisfy the brain hunger / Hip-hop had me pop locking and up rocking / Soon as my windmill's popping, everybody's stopping / So I'm back to my loner status / Went to writing raps to relieve the sadness / The sex pistols. the clash, and madness / Taught me how to see it through the other man's glasses / Comic books taught me how to imagine / The aka with style and fashion / I started out special k and then keith g / Writing rhymes like "Niggas can't defeat me" / Rhymes went from straight wack, to sorta stable / But still a nigga wouldn't spit'em at the lunch table / I wasn't shy, just knew I wasn't fly / And didn't wanna be around you niggas.

*CHORUS: No market in rap for introspection / Strick and eddie b combine for mic wrecking / When the ep drops we'll kill ya / You see bill buckner when you look up in your mirror.

VERSE TWO: To the fake friend who left me for dead - I resurrected / There's a price on your head in clarksville - If you want it, come get it / And bring your boxhead cunt, so I can gut you both like a blunt / Wash the blood off and have lunch / Crooked letters "J and S" / Y'all couldn't pick a better place to rest them fake breasts / A special message to shelly duvall and jack nicholson / You know how that story ends / When the droogs rush your house for a bit of the ultra / I'll be singing in the rain / No aversion therapy, I'm staying in the game / Rip your wedding pictures out the frame / Objects - not as close as they appear / It took a couple years til I saw the devil clear / And like christ I took a spear to the side / But that just verifies that my sign is gemini / And you're the cancer. dying slowly / Taking more drugs than jeff spicoli / Knowing you owe me, fake and phony ass BITCH!

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VERSE THREE: Sad songs say more / Bombing like a claymore / Down for the chase / But the embrace makes my face sore / So you go back to him, I go back to her / Everything in between is a blur / Emotional apartheid with no anc / The first words out your mouth "Why you playing me?" / When I'm just playing life, why you playing wife / Happy birthday? Is this bitch playing? Yep. / Oh. you playing nice, cute couple shit / Fred and wilma, barney and betty rubble shit / But when the trouble hit, you disappear / A psychological state that we know is sorta weird / Now do you pop them pills or puff dope? / Or play your mom's position, just wishing that hope floats? / I'm just asking to see the reaction/ Of worn out passion that time keeps latched in / bill buckner - The hero to loser / Stressed out medulla cuz this bitch is a user / She got me going up and down like sisyphus / Waiting on the day that I drown in ignorance.

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