I sit back with this pack of zigzags And this bag of this weed It gives me the shit needed to be The most meanest emcee on this earth Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just cursed And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in its self To relieve all this tension dispensing me Sentence is getting it, stress has been eating me recently All through this chest and I rest to get peacefully But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone.... And I am Whatever you say I am If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?...