Turn the page like Segar wrapping up my cigar
Reporting live from the ER I'm going under like see ya'
You smiling like Moesha
Light the pilot light then go heat em'
No heater on me, no Nina
I dont click-clack let alone even see ya'
Tell em' go home like Roger
Forty-four blunts and now I'm off it
Pour that four up and get nauseous
Follow the leader like you gonna prosper
Fuck your pockets, got no logic to your project of nonsense
I hate that hate will grow inside me till I'm rendered unconscious
Okay do not look to me for a lifeline
I only know of one and it's all mine