I dont smile I dont frown get two up or get two down (nah)
I was here so were you you came and went I stuck around (yeah)
Still here now stop me how?
Your opinions like a broken calculator that shit doesnt count
Shut your motherf*cking mouth

Im emptyin (Im emptyin) my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
Get em all off my pad every thought that I had
I said Im emptyin (Im emptyin) my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
Get em all off my pad (yeah) every thought that I had

Havent used all the tricks I have so like my balls Im in my bag
I get a little testy when Im mad sick of wrestlin this iPad
Unsuccessfully I might add and I know its best to leave it live
But even I get obsessed with readin everything
And let it get the best of me til I snap
But I need to get off the internet (get off the internet)
I need to get on the mic (get on the mic)
You need to get off the internet (internet) you need to get you a life
Why you waste time just to comment on shit? (Comment on shit)
Specially shit you dont like (shit you dont like)
Dont like it dont listen but dont tell me about your favorite rapper
If its some shit he didnt write
What happened to Slim? He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like the people his music was for
He was exactly like them
The dude who used to be poor why cant he tap into him?
Cant use that excuse anymore
Hes mad at the wind hes in a nuclear war
With a clown hes yelling At it again
I talk to your mother she told me she love me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me she showed me the duggy
Can I get a witness like notary public?
She said kicks some fly shit (fly shit)
I said I got wings on my ass (wings on my ass)
Told her my dicks a cockpit (dicks a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts this beat is crazy this shits retarded
This Instrus mental too many bars incidental charges
When did it start? I been cold hearted in this heart
Since kindergarten mental sharpness
Which makes Slim a walking dentist office bitch I invented flossin
Yeah I used to wonder (I used to wonder) where my next meals gonna come from (meals gonna come from)
Now I just wonder (now I just wonder) where my next mils gonna come from
I cannot have no success unless when I finally make it
I get to remind all the haters who shitted on me when Im on my way up
My floor is yall fools ceilings
If I was you I would step or find yourself twisted
Thats how youll wind up like spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals even your idols
I dont care its Music To Be Murdered By
So Bon Iver can swallow a f*cking Ja Rule bobblehead
Then die slow like Alzheimers (haha)
Low sniper I hold the micro-phone like a loaded rifle
My domes brighter all I spit from my skull is fire
All thats missings a motorcycle with the chrome wires spoke tires
And yall are a flow biters so I dont gotta explain why they call me your ghostwriter

Im emptyin (Im emptyin) my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)
Get em all off my pad every thought that I had
I said Im emptyin (Im emptyin) my book of rhymes (my book of rhymes)

Get em all off my pad (yeah) every thought that I had (Illa)

Havent used all the tricks I had so like my balls its in my bag
I tend to get a little testy when Im mad
But gift of gab and pen to pad
Turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to ass and kiss the cracks
Spit your damnedest youre still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin rappers veterans to whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin this shit villainous wit with scant less
Syllables rip the planet biblical shits finna hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit for tats gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus
Is gonna trigger the ingoramus
To think of the most ridiculous shit then spit
Then pin it against these pitiful rappers
Insidious these idiots witty as shit against me shitty as MC Hammers
Get your whole squad send the task force in
If you want it youre bout to get what you asked for
Then put your helmet on strap your chin
Youre bout to get you a crash course in
Who not to start a motherf*ckin rap war with
Or to go against f*ck would you wanna do that for?
No offense but are you retard slow or dense?
A f*ckin penny has more sense
Yeah now you gotta get killed but its not a big deal
But every thought is so ill and so methodical
Thought I swallowed a pill Im startin to feel like Im an automobile
With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
Inside a carnival cause Im plowin into everyone who wrote snotty articles
And that explains why the f*ck you clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain fortune fame torture shame
Choice I made swore someday
The worldll pay less to lose more to gain
Daughters raised yesterday glory days adored and praised
Ignore the hate address the fake
Toured with Dre tore a page from Jordan came
Destroyed the game before you came enjoy your stay
Before its gone away but the more you claim
That youre gonna point and aim
If you joined a gang your shit isnt goin to bang
Youre just boring lame and more the same
You have an enormous chain but a storm-less brain
The most you could form is rain
Your shit is pointless same as a scoreless game
So bitch quit lyin your denyin like Mr Porters name
Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
Eyes rollin back in my skull like Eli Porter
Fire motor rounds I told to every iota or I load up
I owe to my motor mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes youre gonna bomb
So you might just have to blow yourself up with no ones help
I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
Premo take us out

Writin in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes my book of rhymes
Im Im Im Im Im Im eastside
Writin in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes my book of rhymes
Im Im Im Im Im Im eastside