Yea I don't have it figured out yet   Matta fact I just figured out my outfit, Don't doubt that   Got a clue what I'm doing but I'm sure not a shoe in I could ruin it by being untrue to it   Untrue to me excuse my truancy    While sex sells and I excel in nudity   The influence of jewelery ain't cool to me,    Search the globe for something that's more new to me   But buffoonery is usually my duty,    See the fool in me is rooted deep and has me acting foolishly   But the fruit in me is sweeter than the ghoul in me,    So only stupid me would ruin this here opportunity   So tune in and listen to my fluency   The way I do it you would think that there was two of me,    More like ten of me   I have a tendency as Edison, inventive with a pen and a sentence      That's what I'm talking bout boy   And you know I'm getting filthier like each week I've been down here   Every verse has been a little more lethal      Not to mention my quick comprehension    That led to success and tremendous progression   Self expression is all that I know, my direction is all on my own   I direct it, produce it, edit, so no excuse if I lose cant regret it   But I wont let it get to ever be an incorrect    My skills are set to represent the flows who feel they haven't been