Darkside, bag of sleaze, around the clock constantly
You’re whacker than Keanu Reeves, and sent to hell like Constantine
Hellish type philosophies are fucking up your battle plan
Resemble Coleman Collins lurking in a Shadow Land
It’s verbal contraband, and yo this shit aint up for grabs
The man who wouldn’t shake a hand and ate some funny tabs
Clever cunning plans amongst the sickest flowing caliber
Smash your dome like watermelons, rocking shows with Gallagher
You travel round with Gulliver, and look like fuckin Gilligan
A bitch mixed with an idiot that gets the kiddies giggling
Let’s get these piggies wiggling, beginning killing missions
Starting shit for kicks now slit your wrists and get em drippin’
Trippin on the microphone, compelled to stutter violent
Lose my mind like Teddy Daniels deep in Shutter Island
Sworn to utter silence, and repeat this gritty treatment
To the point of no return like Illy swimming off the deep end
Catch me gettin’ weeded, thinking ways to cheat the system
Enlisted with a clique that you could only wish to spit with
Clean the fucking dishes trick and finish up your homework
No tolerance for bullshit like Bart Dawes from Roadwork
A grumpy old jerk whose losing friends quickly
Lose touch with reality throughout my week of sick leave
It’s sickening, got tricks up the sleeve with pocket aces
Shit you can’t believe and bring a speech that’s often tasteless
Razorblades to faces, fuck your lame amazing races
You’re shriveled up forgotten slimy California Raisins
Taking shit for granted when you pussies really shouldn’t
Cause the verse you spit sounds like a sixty second whoopee cushion
You’re pushing fucking limits, finding out how bad that life sucks
Fish around for sympathy but no one’s giving five fucks
Falling down faster than an early nineties Mic Doug
And no one talks about you like the first two rules of Fight Club