I feel phenomenal as usual. Pharmaceuticals glue sniff and pools of vomit at Bonnaroo. But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee Chicago or Houston. In the corner trying to seek solitude. Shallow but such a hollow dude. I won't even swallow solid food. Alcoholic too plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa. Top it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck all of you. Roses are violet mollies are blue. Lost in a ball of confusion. Its all an illusion. It's probably the shrooms I'm on. Cause I think I started hallucinating. Cause I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica. And Odd Future's new shit. And all I can do is follow the music. And end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza. Fillin' water balloons with nail polish remover. Just to pop 'em and wallow in fumes. I feel uptight I gotta get looser. After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solution. Concentrated like orange juice so I'm not as diluted. Cause all this delusion got me seein' shit. Excusez-moi but that coochie that passed. You see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze. But juicier ass it belongs in a juicer. It's mouth waterin' too so I walked up to it like I'm Marshall. Wanna try to meet my standards? I'll Introduce ya. Oh I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuse. But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth. A chronic abuser not only user of marijuana. I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losers. Got a bazooka a shotgun a ruger a Glock and a nuke. And a Rottweiler too and I'm not in the mood so. When I say I'm bringing the TEC out. I'm not coming to repair your fuckin' electronic computers. God I'm gonna puke. I'm so gone off the hookah. I think I swallowed a loofah. I'm tore up demolished a fuckin' stone like Oliver. Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce her. The thoughts I produce are loony tunes. The box of usable latex gloves. And the socks and the shoes. To replace next up Veronica's boobs. And uhh paycheck stubs that were stuffed in the glove box. In a blue Honda with used condoms were clues. The girl was just not the one suitable for or. Right for me will change me rearrange my head to be. Just right for you and me don't laugh please listen. Don't laugh please listen. Thought I'd give in to the pressure. Collapse and crumble perhaps. Relapsing under that. Well that's a bunch of crap. In the clutch I'm the Captain Crunch of rap. And I'm sick of acting humble that's enough of that. Fuck that shit cut the sack. Like its a natural reaction. That's why I'm actually trapped in this shoving match. Cause push keeps coming to that. I can keep getting my ass kicked I? m coming back. Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit still mad. Disgruntled had some struggles yeah. But that passionate hunger's back. The fantastic juggling act. And the way I flip my tongue on the track. It's like verbal acrobatics. But in fact. Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic. I fuckin' crashed my hovercraft. After I strapped the duffel bag to my back. And stuck the massive punchin' bag in it. An elastic bungee strap proper plaster a thumb tack. And a piece of plastic bubble wrap. Went spastic and fuckin' snapped. Jumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acid. Stumbled back recovered back flipped. And landed on a gymnastic tumble mat. And for my last trick lunge on back lash. On a NASA shuttle flap fuckin' snapped the rudder in half. Chuckled and laughed buttaled my last rebuttal. And just asked him to come crash. And I grab my Go-Go-Gadget inflatable gigantic. Humongous mattress. And ceramic construction hat. Rubbed my magic mushroom tat. Fell off then splat get up from that. Face taped to a waste paper basket. Throw up then gas lungs collapse. And that's more likely than finding someone that's. Right for me will change me rearrange my head to be. Just right for you and me don't laugh please listen. Don't laugh please listen. Couple of shots of Jäger. Public intoxication dis-fuckin'-combobulation. Flooded with thoughts of anger. While I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin'. "You're top ten ain't cha?. "stop cause you fuckers are talkin' crazy. And stop interrupting you're not even up in the conversation. Whether you're punchin' a clock or famous. Underground pop or nameless whatever your job is. I came to fuck with your occupation. You're thinkin' just cause you came in with scrubs. And you brought the scalpel and sponge. The oxygen tank and the suction. And shot the brain surgeon. Stuck in the operating room. Once you done swapped your name with him. Smuggled in Ronald Reagan. Dug him up; Donald Fagen. While juggling waffles baking. Fuckin' McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagle. They flung it across the table. Then bump it and knock it shake it. Jumped and got in the way then disrupted my concentration. I said fuck it and lost my patience. They all woke up from sedation. Ain't none of you Doctor Dre. So then what does it got you thinkin'. You can fuck with this operation. Aftermath still running hip-hop amazing. I'm still pluggin' along. No need for an assumption. Here's confirmation. I'm up for the long duration. I'm just looking for something to walk away with. Some pocket change and a little integrity. Though I'll probably be jumpin' across the stage. Till I'm fuckin' Madonna's age and. Stuck in an awkward place in my life. But I shit you not like I'm plugged up with constipation. That day will come before. I finally stumble upon some lady that's. Right for me will change me rearrange my head to be. Just right for you and me don't laugh please listen. Don't laugh please listen