No Regrets

I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real

Fucked up, I don't even know how sober feels

Smother rash, a Paul Wall with a fabric wash cloth

That I previously used to wipe my ass and balls off

I'm just a dope rapper in class chasing a math teacher

With a protractor and copy the notes after

So hot you think I freakin' sleep on a burner

Warm beef, I force feed a vegan a burger

Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder

So A.D.H.D, that at least I need a concerta

It's Chris Webby, brain-dead but still deadly

My shit's heavy, pop pills and twist headies

So kick and slap me bitch, I take it like a masochist

Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rapppin' with

'Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a hoe, slap a bitch

Then leave the room laughing after it like what

For myself, I have no regrets

Time has taken what it soon forgets

A gambler's paradise in short vignettes

I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly

A serial killer taking blades to rice krispies

An Arabic terrorist in America, if you wanna get at this

(WOOF!) I'm triple dog daring, yah

I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey, Ren

And Stimpy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, bitch you best salute me

I'm a loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soaking dudes deuce

I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues

I'm a motherfuckin' monster, man

Get it poppin' like the guns playing Contra, man

Contraband, stuck in my pipes and let me light it

Got a dark passenger like Dexter, why fight it

Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin

(Skurr!) Burning rubber 'til I ride on rims

Rims on the side, got a sack to spark

I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jurassic Park

Like what

I sit alone and hear the sparrow sing

No way of knowing what tomorrow brings

I leave my solitude upon his wings

My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's

I'm young too, shit, I've been rappin' since three

Since the youngest Jonas Brother was in his mother's uterus

And Miley Cyrus in diapers, bitch I ain't new to this

I'm what you get when you mix alcohol with nicotine

Aderall, Ecstasy, marijuana and creatine

Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien

Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in

Then you got me, mind clinically dumb and

I can count my brain cells with one hand

But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look

Bitch, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus

I'm that villain out the comic book creepin'

Crawling out the flames like a demon, breathin'

Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me

I'm a mix of Buffalo Bill with Bundy, trust me

A poet's pleasure is to hear in time

The painter pictures what he's left behind

I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind