My sh*t's buzzin like I got the game on vibrate
Who's callin? was your girl, but now she's my date
Not Helen- Nah, its no kind of blind date
Looks into my eyes and she can see that its my fate
You motherf*ckers better pack up and migrate
Spittin so hard I'm afraid I might dehydrate
Flow greater than five lakes
That's Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Eerie, and Superior
H.O.M.E.S., face it- your foundation is inferior
See through the cracks, without even getting near to ya
Face it your wack, never even be near where I'm at
No fitted, you're rockin a f*ckin salary cap
Real simple sh*t, like 2nd grade special ed
Pencil games retarded- I write with special lead
Read all about it, check what the special said
Last seen in the ER- left for dead
Mother f*cker I'm ill, motherf*cker I'm sick
Blunt to the head, call it a face lift
Similar to surgery plastic
Know you heard I be spastic
Flippin, kickin gymnastics
Its hard to not be trippin
Cuz I'm spitttin this acid
That's LSD for you bast*rds
In the booth, a catalogue of some caskets
Bury the beat, then dig up a new classic
What you dudes call abuse, man I call it harassment
This is nothing short of aggravation
Lack of ventilation- blowin off steam
I'm sick like bein tricked into goin home with a queen
Motherf*cker I'm ill, so you know it ain't a chance that I chill
Refrigeration it kills, germs
sh*ttin on the game and it burns
Like Indian food and buffalo chicken
Heads like "What the f*ck is he spittin?"
DJ, pull it back, you've got to be kiddin'