Fuck this economy

Cigarettes and red bull

I am the provider with the spider and the Viking

And on the typewriter, I am divider of the titans

Faster than a motorbike and brighter than a bolt of lightning

Tight is when I hold the mic explode and show the world excitement

Totally enlightened and walking on a different path

When I hit a verse it's like a fucking car collision crash

The rate of rebuilding my life, it isn't fast

I don't care how rich I get, I'm never flying business class

Put me in economy; I don't care who you bunch of stars

Like it's astronomy and I am an anomaly

The type of verses that I spit could be a real problem

Ill goblin climbing up the hill, hobbling

Still squabbling; unidentified flying object

They wondering whats inside my closet

Little, green martians and Sci-Fi projects

And big, furry monsters with eyes like targets

Carcass with a parka wearing a motorcycle helmet

Help me: I'm a psycho with a knife and mental illness

Give me a gun; I am troublesome

Cause I'm quick to pop a rapper like he's bubble gum

[Hook:]

I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket

He put drugs in my pocket, man, I thought that I was through with them

Yeah, drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket

Got a red under my bed

There's a little, yellow man in my head

I'm a bipolar polar bear zipping up a polar fleece

Drinking Polar Ice and Pepsi Cola on a coral reef

Every lyric that I spit is an oral feat

Elbows on my knees, head in hands thinking 'poor, old me'

I keep a strap tucked; at least a sharp blade

Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade

And I am not afraid: I will shoot you dead

There's more snakes in this club than Medusa's head

I'm still underground: call me Tomb Raider

While I rap with iron jaws like Moonraker

You keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables

I'll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the pool table

I'm not too stable: I am off my rocker

I'll lift you while making noises like I was Chewbacca

I'm fucking dope, like I could cook the rock up

He's a malacka and I'm down to knock his fucking block off

So thank-you, Mr. Ron Cavanaugh

My friend's in jail for more keys than a grand piano

When I say I'm hot, that means that I'm too hot to handle

If I don't make it in rap, to Willie Nelson: I can rock a banjo

[Hook]

I got a .38 special in the pocket of my hoodie

While I shake my pill bottle see if I still got some goodies

Give me a gun: I am troublesome

Quick to pop a fucking rapper like he's bubble gum

I swear I'll stab him with a sharpened lead pencil

Cause rappers, they got great, big heads like Fred Flintstone

I'm Michael Myers with a pair of pliers

First I'll eat your eyes and then I'll set your hair on fire

Now call me Jason with a hockey mask

Midlife crisis and I'm still a little, cocky brat

I'm tired of all these copycats

I need some help: I've never felt this fucked

Cause I had everything and then I had to self-destruct

Now I've got nothing but I swear that I am not complaining

Signing out from Canada: Van' city where it's always raining