Watch your mouth, bitch, watch your mouth
Nobodies trying to hear them lies you been talkin' bout.
Turn your eyes around, and watch your mouth.
If you ain't speaking truth or teaching get the fuck out!
(x2)

My old bitch seen me with my new girl…
hoes trippin', like it's the end of the world, 2012 came fast, and I'm caught up in that swirl, got the kind of motivation that makes this lacking nation hurl see,

Murder is a master of disguise till the lies come pouring our their mouths then I spit it with the real
vibrate through the skies with a mind so divine, I am holding nothing back in the regards to how I feel
I got a passion for blastin, I'm mad but I'm passive, hyper-accelerated like I'm always on acid
center of attention, eye of the storm, I guess I'm just pressed middle of the action.
too many people run there jaws like they're exercising
I'm using power from the lorddd like I'm exorcizing!
I stretch my mind then, meta analyze it…
If you ain't thinking bout what you're thinking,
I suggest you try'z it
and

Watch your mouth, bitch, watch your mouth!
Nobodies trying to hear them lies you been talkin' bout.
Turn your eyes around, and watch your mouth.
If you ain't speaking truth or teaching get the fuck out!
(x2)

Everything I say is a reflection of my soul so when I'm feeling trapped, I find an out in a flow
and although at this time I'm not exactly with the pros, I'm setting up a path in a way that I control
So I'm posting, but mostly, my ghost is coasting this ocean of probability and pretty soon well see my mind taking motion.
Yeah, I'm sick with a pen but I'm sicker with a rap, chose a microphone over a graduation cap
I suppose I like most, this masturbative act of saying something crazy and seeing how you react (what?)

I make use of facts, to help form new public opinion, and if you've done me wrong...
I'll never ever forget but as a human you're still forgiven so

Here's to friendship, here's to honor,
If you can't cum in her, cum on her
I'm so sick of all these bullshit fake mother fuckers all around me, I could go Dahmer,
detonating thoughts, like a terrorist bomber.
Pick up my breathe up with the use of a comma,

I'mma pissed ass kid with the mind of a murderer, but ganga makes me calmer.
So I'm sittin'….and thinking. Thinking bout what I should saying.

Then I do what I say, so the truth is a way to show the whole world that I'm not playing.
Man I'm sick of dumbing down,
tired of running around these clowns
so if you roll with it you, with the exception of few, better watch your fucking mouth


(chorus)