I got a rhyme for the users, those they call losers   Those that got bruises, those they call useless   Blown they last fuses, fooled but not foolish!      I got a rhyme for the homeless, homes that's cold hopeless   Stoned and still dopeless, broke like the brokest   High and still potent, feel like the dopest   Straight from the dirt and hurt but still focused      Oopsy-daisy, they call him lazy   Amazin crazy, slave wages pays thee   Often tossed in, coughed off exhaustion   Now here comes distortion!      Now here comes distortion   Now here comes distortion   Now here comes distortion      Girls gone wildin, and profilin   14 but seen on the Island   Out for her mans and, they got plans in   Three years left with plans for a mansion   Credit card criminal, he got a minimum   But when he's out he's paid like nine, ten of 'em   She got a kid now, he wants abortion   Now here comes distortion!      Now here comes distortion   Now here comes distortion   Now here comes distortion      Distortion!