Pencil is full of insulin bullets I’m like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rot’ mixed with a toxin The plot begins to thicken, I begin to spit like vintage Pac Demented, demonic sinister… Ever since the the doc’ replenished me the day he gave me that shot When I was just about to quit So to not see him with me would a shocking image And I’m the definition of what a concrete chin is ‘Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it And knock me to the canvas, even the boxing critics Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I’ll always have a Rocky finish
Eat me brocoli, spinach, cocky? Nope – but I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at this And put emphasis on the “dope” So when names come up in the conversation of who’s the dopest Better throw mine in it – and don’t mind me While I remind you of the flow you won’t find anywhere when it fires And I unload my pen explodes ’til there’s no rhymes in it Reload in no time, let insults fly ever sixty seconds that go by So you know I meant it… In school I was so shy, timid – two pairs of jean’s I’d alternate Bummy clothes, I ‘member beggin’ my mom for Kmart MacGregors
‘Cause they were new – Saint-Vincent De Paul Those Pony’s were used, and no size fitted… But kissed them old days adios, I did it They said I was a gimmick, now I’m the one that those guys mimic Now you fuckers don’t wanna’ go startin’ no argument ‘Cause you know I’ll win it Name a flow that’s more authentic, and don’t front…
You know I got I got cha opin – don’t front… You know I got I got cha opin, kid – don’t front… You know I got cha…