This beat is just for me, I don’t do it for your peeps And it’s so damn raw, I need soda pop And if you’re going to pop, don’t hold it back come on Yeah, I am so raw, I’m so depressed, can’t fix me yeah I’m Alex D, AD and Klash, I go by several names but they give me several pain Yeah Sarah Palin, why are you running? You can’t hide anything Yeah you got no legs, I cut ‘em off, so why you try OK Why are you even movin’, I though I already shoot ya I’m cryin’ here, tears are on my face, a waterfall on my neck, on my torso, you don’t know the pain that I felt I can’t estrange it from myself, indict, extradite, extra white extra guys don’t wanna be me because I beat me every single night You don’t know I put words just to rhyme, and I might lie And I might say something that is not true just to get it popping off to you, screw ooh, I am the mister magic Everything that I do is with a wand and I swaap it, swand it, swat it, swap it Everything you do is wrong shit, all it is He’s gonna be hooting, I’m a bad boy man, I’m fat as hell so damn Asian, that is real, my voice is so husky, fuck me girl If you don’t like my style, just turn it off and if you wanna be, just turned on, guy, get your grind on, girl, get your guy on and you know that it’s real and it’s unfair shit Living in America just suck my eh If you don’t censor that shit by yourself, you know that record company will do that thing ‘cause they got, motherfuckers, who got nothing to do but to turn the dial or slow down or put the bleep on, when your speech on ‘cause they don’t like the motherfucking thing that you was saying like I just said I got too much damn swearin’ And if you swerve in or out, make sure your car’s got extra power, extra horse under the engine Hemi If you hem the thing, you don’t know how to sew a thing like I took mine to the dry cleaners They made it longer instead of shorter like I told ‘em to do I’m going off on tangents, my rhymes don’t make sense I can’t even rhyme things, I wasn’t black I didn’t grow up poor, so up yours Up doors and knock down doors ’til I get three downed doors 3 Doors Down Kryptonite, shit you don’t you cannot write, hold it, beasties get me hit me I’m a beastie, I get this like beasts be Hit me up with another track, I get so much bad and what comes to me, unfair, un-you, undo un-cunts You can’t do the do, I am country move I got so much shit upon my looting You couldn’t take that from me, then funk me Kill me, until I’m a dead meat There’s nothing wrong with my playa so I’m a paranoid that I say a there’s water on my motherfucking mp3 player or cd player or an iPod player, whatever, I am not a playa If you don’t like me then just stop a playa stop this playa, put the stop on button Put the play off and put it off for another day or crush that shit I’m at the end, suck my… was I just saying that? I just sure did, I’m done
