Oh, my friend you have been grossly misinformednyou've been diggin' that tomb straight out of the wombnto the morge in a uniformnso i guess that you best stick to writin' jinglesncause i got more craft in my trash than you got in your singlesnnyo, i copped this tape and it sent my dome into a crazy placenit kinda put me in a dope like statenso, how many pigs would it take for me to let go of the mic backstage?nnot enough to steal each one of my dimes, nickels and penniesnso why waste all this time on rhyme riddles if anything i'll just jump the gunnlike john wilkes-booth when its time to runnhop the horse c'mon ride longndon't look now but i got your tounge, i love the blood but i dont do sunni sleep in a coffin so i cant see dayntomb diggin shovel gonna ease the painnno drugs in the womb, but i was born insaneni got bugs in my room and they're eating my brainnn6-26-85 my first impressionn4-5-22-12-9-14 but a name shouldn't dictate directionncall the hospital now you got a mixtape infectionnlet em run a couple tests on the lobe in the frontnlike, how many weeks in a minutenrudeboy spacetime, no you cant speak til yer diner is finishednhave fun digesting the microphone sicknessnRUDE GIRL SLAMDANCEnDr. teeth conductor mayhemnmany, many volts, not one to be groundednyou closed your eyes cause you liked how it soundednshook it to the left, took it to the rightnlike that's how your sphere got mountednnOh, my friend you have been grossly misinformednyou been diggin' that tomb straight out the wombnto the morge in a uniformnso i guess that you best stick to writin' jinglesncause i got more craft in my trash than you got in your singlesn