*Ahem* Um, yeah, we're gonna... we're gonna try somethin'nA little bit different here. It's really fast.nnThe boy oughta rap but you don't get attacknI talk about my flow but I'm nobody's headnDon't forgot to get Jack when you come aroundnTalkin' 'bout how you're gonna put it downnNo more, no less, know it's complex, try to get these conceptsnSounds like nonsense but it's not 'cause deep within the contentnYou gonna find out that you can't hide outnOr make sense of the science, open the fencenGonna break down the wall that's holdin' usnJanex ain't even know it's over us. nWe're gonna kick you in the dick for provokin' usnIn the back they were chokin' upnFuck that slow shit, hold it upnTruck's out back, and it's loaded upnFilled with chicks, we can rope it upnReally? Well, no but I had to go put a hold under the miniature dog to get like that.nGonna make us all fall, hold steady on the front lines soon to talknC'mon, I've got the supplies, you've got to realizenThe lies the lies makin' me revolutionizenIt ain't gonna be nice, there gon' be real fightsnThey want blood, I'll give 'em blood like in real lifenThey want blood, I'll give 'em blood like in real lifennDedicated to your A&R, fuck you!nDedicated to your street team, fuck you!nDedicated to your managementnIt ain't hard to see Science ain't happenin'nDedicated to your stylist, fuck you!nDedicated to your CEO, fuck you!nDedicated to your publicist,nI don't give a goddamn if you like my shit, bitch!nnGoddamn, the heart of a man, been pounded on over and over againnStuffed in the sock in the mouth of the one who was saying it. *Gasp.*nThis little rhyme is my moment of zen. nSo don't pretend for a second my skills are adolescent.nHave a moment of silence for every mic that I'm wreckingnI reckon you should take a second, think about whose shit you reppin'nI ain't lettin' it slide, I'm trying to forwarn you. nRappers, a place to hide your gun, they talkin' for younYour vest might be bulletproof but I guarantee, nThat as soon as I see you, I'ma spit right through it.nOh, I'll do it. You'da never knew it.nBut inside of my body the heart of a juggernaut nBABABBA and nothin' can stop mennYou don't like my record, dude, fuck you!nOh, you don't like my shit, man, fuck you!nYou don't like my record, eat a dickn'Cause Weerd Science just doesn't give a fuckin' shit!nnDedicated to your A&R, fuck you!nDedicated to your street team, fuck you!nDedicated to your managementnIt ain't hard to see Science ain't happenin'nDedicated to your stylist, fuck you!nDedicated to your CEO, fuck you!nDedicated to your publicist,nI don't give a goddamn if you like my shit, bitch!nnSomethin' got to give in the city I live nPlease don't shoot up my house, shit, I still live in my mom's crib.nGivin' it all in spite of what people say nWhat they do, man, they laugh at me but aw, fuck younIt's simple, rip up these motherfucker's credentialsnIt's essential for a rebel to never settle in battlenOver and over until he gets killed in the thick of itnMan, I may be white but you be dumb, stupid think I'm chicken shitnKickin' it and rippin' it bring your shit to the ringnI'm fixin' to sicken it the way I spit it, sick of this bickerin'nMan, itchin' to get a motherfuckin' rhyme offnYeah, it's Weerd Science motherfucker 'bout to sign offnnYou don't like my nigga's record, fuck younYou don't like my nigga's shit, fuck younYou don't like my nigga's record, fuck younBoy you don't want none of this motherfuckin' Weerd Science, bitchnnDedicated to your A&R, fuck you.nDedicated to your street team, fuck you.nDedicated to your managementnIt ain't hard to see Science ain't happenin'nDedicated to your stylist, fuck you.nDedicated to your CEO, fuck you.nDedicated to your publicistnI don't give a goddamn if you like my shit, bitch.nnMan, fuck you! nHow 'bout I come out of this booth and straight knock your fucking feet off? Fuck 'em. nThis is Weerd Science up in this mother fucker. Yeah, for real. I'll come out this shit nAnd straight whoop you like...like...a baby seal! Fuck you. You heard. FUCK. YOU. Bitch.nDid you really just say you were gonna knock his feet off?nYou're god damn right.nOh, dip!