Airplanes (Freestyle)

Since '99 I've been dope in this
 Focusin'
 Unfocusin'
 Sure as the sun floats and sure as the sun smokin'
 I was the gun totingest
 My cuz told me
 Don't get demoted, keep it close to your digits
 You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens
 I said, "I disagree"
 Then I let Superhead lick on me
 Strokin' the kitten, the cat stacks
 'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches
 Next stop, to the top
 I done went from A to X, Y
 Almost at Z
 Chillin' at a rest stop
 My new bitch call her my PS3
 You?
 Your bitch pussy call it my X-Box
 Me I'm the rhyme ruler
 Me and Denaun together
 Deadly as Nas in his prime
 You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor
 Since '92 been a highly touted retarded truth
 Prolly 'bout to Eli Porta-potty somebody booth
 Never sellin my soul, I'm sellin' my skills
 I'm on Raps Radar now
 Elliott Wilson
 Painter of the underground canvas
 Even though I can't freelance no more
 The underground's famished
 Before I settle for less then average
 I'll swallow a watermelon
 Follow it with a double down sandwich
 I swear that God told me
 Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me
 All eyes on me!
 I know I'm not the greatest
 I go hard
 Your boom box is now invaded
 Bogart
 Look at me today
 8 years ago, I was popular for being hated
 Solar!
 Nickel Nines the ruler
 God combined with Buddha
 Gifted oblongata, prized medulla
 Each lines like a computer bomb designed by Mcgyver
 That only can be detonated by a MacGruber
 I'm thinking if I ain't binge drinkin' then I ain't livin'
 Somebody told me I'm prolly dyin', but I ain't listen
 By the time it could harm me I'll prolly die by a trigger
 So I'm only goin' cold turkey, right after Thanksgivin'
 I paint pictures between blank scriptures
 Scriptures, now just how contradictory is it that I pray?
 The names Royce and I be poppin' so much pussy
 Dwight Howard look at me sideways
 And while the bitches try to grab all on my dick
 I can't even get my own nigga to rap on my shit
 You form a clique it should be sacred
 I shouldn't say shit
 Cause the Truth Hurts
 Like the bitch that Dre ditched
 Nobody loves my niggas like me
 Sober or wasted, for you there's no replacement
 I swear that god told me
 Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me
 All eyes on me!