I Make The World Spin

Yo, White eyes, black tee
 Ill rhymes, that's me
 Hollywood is now labeled as lame
 But I've been on that raw shit since I came in the game
 Fuck this! Rap niggas trying act like they punk rock
 Tight jeans, Mohawks screaming "fuck cops"
 Y'all should all get your fucking nuts chopped
 You all look like you suck cock
 Bust shots if you hate me
 Yup that'll fix the problem
 Put me out there, leave it up to
 Mr. Goblin
 To contribute to all the bull shits that's dropping
 So he can take his kids out Christmas shopping
 Look at the niggas I am spitting circles around
 Verbal profound lyrics make them hurdle the town
 They washed up till they gurgle and drown
 Their whole dynasty I'm burning it down
 Funk Volume, you've heard of it now
 I kick the bitches out (and let the girls in)
 You baby daddy shouts (you stole my girlfriend)
 You see I'm on the prowl (I make the world spin round)
 Welcome to the pain in my life (yeah baby)
 Suicide, (huh?) trust I might
 Tell them what my motto is "Fuck my life"
 Don't need alcohol to help me "cut my wife"
 So much rage I could "crush my mic"
 See I woke up on the wrong side of my bed
 My brain works but the whole left side of it's dead
 There's a little small gremlin inside of my head
 And lately I've been feeling like I've been living life on the edge
 But wait a minute, this ain't a gimmick. I can't pretend it
 I'm a scream it loud to the world just incase that they forget it
 Be careful of some of the knowledge that you take from critics
 They tryin to execute a nigga but I stay committed
 New topic, mind over matter
 Never needed my arms to climb up a ladder
 You whack niggas don't ever show signs of a rapper
 Is it getting to serious for you? Why, what's the matter yo?
 Yeah, the black man's bad
 There is no topic my raps can't smash
 The state of hip hop that can't pass
 It's all full of shit like a fat man's ass (eww)
 Will y'all please just enough trust
 In you mother fuckers to leave the rust of us stuck
 I turn my head and now your messing stuff up
 All that *autotune* Just shut the fuck up
 (Damn) I'm rude and so wicked
 I'll make sure you never blow up like a balloon with a hole in it
 I knock hustlers for a living
 Got muscles for the women
 Got puzzles for the cheering (Blaow)
 Plus I got a sick deliver
 That'll have you niggas shivering
 And stunned from bombs I drop lyrically
 You can't touch my shit
 So I'm going to end it just like this
 SUCK MY DICK