I´m with you, I´m with you
A´ight, yo-yo
Beat ´em in the head

Hand me an eighth, beam me up and land me in space

I´ma sit on top of the world and shit on Brandy and Ma$e
I´m more than ill
Scarier than a white person trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill
Human horror film
But with a lot funnier plot and people that feel me
´Cause I´ma still be The Madd Rapper
Whether I got money or not
As long as I´m on pills and I got plenty of pot
I´ll be in a canoe paddlin´, makin´ fun of your yacht
But I would like an award
For the best rapper to get one mic´ in The Source
And a wardrobe I can afford
Otherwise I might just end up back striking at Ford

And you wonder what the fuck I need more Vicodin for?
Everybody´s pissin´ me off, even the No Limit Tank
Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin´ me off
No shit, I´m a great danger to my health
Why else would I kill you then jump in a grave and bury myself?