-Im from the land where no man can stand/
To give a helpin hand, grasshoppers actin like the bossman/
-Glass bottles in the saucepan, what a life/
-And you fuckin all the hoes, thats nice/
Get the fuck up outta here, fraudin as some buccaneers/
Bo Jackson leg brains, you aint raidin round here/
-I never played for ya team thats full of fear/
-Cus you more like some bucks witout the antlers/
-If you aint on my frequency then i can’t hear/
Im lookin in the mirror, why the fuck you think i came here/
-Yall aint G’s, you just g money/
-So go ahead and ask the local freemasons about me/
Fake and phony actornauts guardin the prison gates/
-Theyre not the slave masters, they’re the fuckin slaves/
-So why would i eat the green ham and eggs/
-I scream fuck the world, thats how a master baits/
-The notoriety of not havin shoes/
-I came out the pit to be a recluse/
Some would call my angels demons, some would call my change deceivin/
-Who gives a fuck, they just sleepin on a rainy weekend/