I Don’t Wanna Rhyme

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Engineer! I think I lost my mothafuckin' mind, man Diabolic, Foul Play We takin' over the mothafuckin' game [Verse 1] I remember being on my momma's porch A kid with rotten thoughts, tossin' tomahawks At kids to knock 'em off their rockin' horse Now I'm at war, connectin' cops To electric shock treatment, and I'm not leavin' 'Til their eyes pop bleedin' and hearts stop beatin' The whole cop precinct thinks I should be in a padded room When they the bastards who Fucked Luima in the ass with brooms I travel through and kill the mothers of these savage goons Fill the house with gaseous fumes Lightin' up a match like, "BOOM!" On the crime scene they'll have the camera zoomed At every massive wound I left when I stabbed the womb with plastic spoons And now the planet's doomed, 'cause this afternoon I was pissin' out the Sun's flames With guns aimed at the Moon Cats assume I'm crackin' jokes, but I ain't laughin', folks I'd slash your throat for a pack of smokes if my ass is broke Stashin' coke, stayin' cool, I ain't no nervous wreck I earn respect, burnin' purple sess durin' urine tests I flirt with certain death Attackin' for some fame and fortune With some ragin' swordsmen Torchin' who's on stage performin' Take this chloroform and pour it on some fresh linen Gag, you have your head spinnin', tied up like the tenth innin' Bread-winnin', I sex women, slap the chaperone Take her in the back to bone And tape it on my camera-phone I have the throne hard as granite stone The illest rapper known inside New York's catacombs Underground, 'cause that's my home [Hook] I think I lost my mind, I'm 'bout to cross the line Start a riot, kill a cop, and just toss the 9 I'm hungry all the time, pain is all I find Fuck my music! I'ma loose it, I don't wanna rhyme [Verse 2] I was born from mom's colon Possessed by the ghost of Lamont Coleman Now Sean's flowin' like hemoglobin Through a hole in Ron Goldman I'll be slappin' jaws, bitches I be stabbin' raw Tappin' more than a Jehovah's witness knockin' at your door Smashin' whores, bangin' in the car like 808's More semen than a naval base Skeetin' on their facial traits Me and my label mates Don't need a watch from Jacob's place To make her take a taste And add devil's horns to an angel face Ain't at the VMA's, I'll be up at CMJ With bitches on their knees to pray, swallowin' my DNA Drunk chuggin' ENJ, dodgin' pigs drivin' Fords I see more holdin' cells than salesmen at Verizon stores Iron core, hard as nails, raised inside a garbage pail Could've went to Harvard, Yale Or Princeton, but chose to market sales The end is near, I sense your fear 'Cause me and Engineer guzzled Everclear And sabotaged the Western Hemisphere They sent us here when I stepped in Hell with Jezebels Pressed the 12 and Heaven fell every time my record sells I'll be dead or left in jail before I'll be the next to fail Other cats don't measure well Like ounces on a metric scale My train of thoughts pay the cost and never take a loss Make you a decayin' corpse And laugh through my day in court Don't play it off like I won't run a razor straight across Your throat 'til there's tomato sauce Sprayin' towards your neighbor's porch [Hook] I think I lost my mind, I'm 'bout to cross the line Start a riot, kill a cop, and just toss the 9 I'm hungry all the time, pain is all I find Fuck my music! I'ma loose it, I don't wanna rhyme