I've been a mental patient
I've been a parental replacement for kids sent to the basement
I've become best friends with a pen and pad
Understanding the logic of an inanimate object
Standing in the projects with a sign around my neck
Sayin' "Show Me My Respect!"
They thought it was a setup
I've been an unusual suspect
Just check to make sure that you're musical
One sec, I'll be back in a minute
React to the limit and butt out if your ass is up in it
'Cause your flow just ain't hot"
So you bust a straight shot
"What the fuck do they got?"
Watch your mouth; what that kid say?
Sucka layed out, no doubt, hit by the ricochet
Kids today, I just don't trust 'em
I'ma make him speak in rhymes
He'll think that it's custom
I'll tell him that he's Muslim
So on December 25th he'll be giftless
Then I'll convince this dumbass
He's actually a Witness of Jehovah
Flip man'scripts 'til he's older
Have him bring fat chicks on over
Give 'em drinks if they're sober
We'll make some noise soon
If she stinks of an odor?
Send her to my boy's room
'Cause under my roof you live by my rules, son
Sage Francis makes you wanna
Joey Beat's beats makes you wanna
Whether it be concepts or battle rhymes, I shatter minds
If you're jumpin' up and down right now, stop it
I've been a goodie-two-shoes who walks barefooted in a bad land
What's up to my Boston heads
I came to visit y'all but you know me, I got lost instead
Keep myself awake at night
Worried that I might not fall asleep until I see the light
My friends wanna see me fight
'Cause I'm a black belt karate master
I'd rather have my freestyle raps help the party's laughter
Plus I'm out of shape and haven't trained in months
Count the amounts of time my face has been punched
Say thee old chump, "I'll eff you up!"
Cause your mind anguish with sign language
Do you mean the D-E-A-F kind?"
He must have read my lips so hard he was left blind
I've never been signed but I've been signed off
I swear to God that it's a cardiac arrest
Make sure it's not a heart attack
It's rest that I probably lack
I'm a full-fledged over-the-edge hypochondriac
Obsessed with cleaning the rims on my Pontiac
Rollin' through the plaza
Askin' where the party's at
Tellin' Hardy's hat they're hardly fat
To get him violent like a lush wanting his car keys back
My wife don't want me back
It's a shame, she ain't been the same ever since I told her
Cause under my roof you live by my rules, bitch"