I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist   Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife   Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again   An active ten, laughing and slashing friends      Selling dust to kids is how I used to spend the day   'Cause I was only trying to live like Tim McVay   I respect women's lib by letting them get their mace off   My dogs are hungry so I flick em with cutting your face off      Follow my lead, smoke weed and bleed sloppy   If you see me selling out in the store one more copy   Jump in the crowd and start swinging the cordless   Then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish      See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch   Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit   So I push cop killers and things, they call quits   Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits      My career's low on gas, I'm stabbing the rapper in sight   A suicidal failure like Shady's ex-wife   One day got too pissed and sliced open two wrists   I punch lines 'til there's coke all over my two fists      Look off over crowd, connect nicotine buzz   Then find your bitch dug out like the headrest where them screens was   Fuck your six, I got sixteen waiting   Anymore patient than when they switched me to out-patient      Left the hospital and dissed my whole crew   Even pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two   Get slammed in the dirt, murked and earth plate shaked   You ain't stirring hurricanes, you breath on birthday cake      See some more fags, we'll choke them herbs   And beat promoters down and be booked on spoken word   If I'm too sick, I'm sorry, I'm trying to get my head right   Wrapped up in this cult that I started on my website      See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch   Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit   So I push cop killers and things, they call quits   Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits      I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half   Slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS   Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent   When I put shit together like Malcolm McLaren      So Keep staring, I keep feeding your brain flaws   I'm porn again like the scam that got me in chain stores   Cage, number 9 on Billboard, fuck   Now I gotta sick Kubrick on Lil' Bow Wow's nuts      Long range shots to where you and your mans is   Missed and hit some skinny ugly white bitch in Kansas   Scratch her eyes out right where the evil itched her   Need a [unverified] elixir, a heaven [unverified]      See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch   Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit   So I push cop killers and things, they call quits   Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits