The Edge

Well it's the maniac with zany raps, made millions off of baby Mac
 My brain, it ain't attached, you love me? It's a little late for that
 They gave my crazy ass a label, everything is rated X
 I'm far beyond divorced middle aged men who pay for sex
 I work like I ain't made it yet, deserve this motherfuckin' paper
 Get a Kit-Kat, break it in half, save one for later
 Death to any traitor that's a Benedict Arnold
 I be wildin', goin' broke at international car shows
 I'm a lawn mower, mad face get redder than a dog boner
 Thank God I got sober, pot smoker, top roller, thought holder
 Was a little kid until I got older
 Wild since a child, pulled my file out of God's folder
 Now let me talk slower, you can understand me now
 We the originators, your style hand-me-down
 They got me turnin' up, the amp is loud
 The apocalypse is comin', so we campin' out at Grannies house
 Dancin' with a bitch and pull her panties down, it's bush league
 I love a little nature, addin' flavor to the pussy
 People tend to overlook me and my agent overbooked me
 I'mma get it while the gettin' good, feel better than forever
 I'm National Treasure like Nicolas Cage
 I'm a shelter for these animals, got bitches for days
 She be feedin' on my semen and it's cinnamon glaze
 I tell her keep it or delete it, it's the digital age
 Now I'm muscle buildin' just so I can juggle children daily
 I'm fucked up in the head a bit, I'm Rumplestilskin crazy
 These bitches gettin' wet when I pull up in a Mercedes
 Bitch I be with Mr. T, I'm simply the fuckin' A-Team
 Make dreams reality
 Say hi when you see me, my hello is a formality
 I'm comin' with a cavalry
 Of motherfuckers trained from watching Braveheart battle scenes
 Waste of space and we paint our faces like it's Hallowe'en
 Boo!