No Talent

what's on my mind?

i don't know, i can't find it half the time

im fried, like kentucky chicken,

listen, b*****s,

get in those britches, leavin you in ditches

wishin

no more washin dishes

relentless suspensless

peniless, drop your panties

i'm f**k you in your fanny

right after i eat out your motherfucking granny

yo

they said i'm a lost cause

i'll beat you with gauze 

in the jaws

wrap you up with it

and shoot you in the mouth with a sawed off

cause i'm lost, and hostile

while i projectile a missile down the aisle

onto the sales rack

so you can put that other s**t back

because we all know that fake s**t wack

didn't get my license till i was eighteen

wrecken by car at nineteen while huffing

drunk driving colliding impact, woke up intact

left my brain feeling a little wack

so i had to get me a quarter pound sack

laced it with a sheet of acid

and considered amy winehouse a f*****g classic!

not so tragic to me, see

she set herself up for failure, what a p***y

oh s**t, have I taken this too far?

i'm just thinkin the same thoughts ya'll are

i've od'd seven times in the last eight days

my nine lives are about to be taken away

if i don't kill myself from all the drugs I take

i'll prolly get my a*s murdered by the f*****g s**t i say

and that's prolly why i won't get any goddamn radio play

it's okay, just be careful at night on the bay

when you're walking away, and everything feels safe

then all of a sudden you're getting chased

chained, tied down, gagged up and raped

cut off amanda blake's p***y and rubbed it on your face

do you feel out of place? hanging around the insane?

so what if I like to joke about rape

not shower or shave, i still get dates

with the same f*****g w***e, who's giving me aids

it's worth it, just to cum on her face

to get it in her mouth, let her tell me how it tastes

while i bust one in her eye, and it's feeling f*****g great

good thing my nose is clogged coz yo p***y f*****g stank

oh s**t now i gotta go ima be late

my other woman is waiting to show me the bosom

the tushem, and squish em, you know that s**t's tight

like seeing my name in lights on the spotlight

i gotta do this s**t right

i take ambien when i wake up and adderall at night

i fucked your wife and act like it's all right

and don't challenge me to a fight

coz you got a knife, and you got a nine

but time ain't on your side this time

coz mine is a house full of toys and boys

for the touching and lusting

and nut busting

meat cleavers for beavers

justin biebers a queeber go suck on a diecker

wearing a deeper, no success if he had a beeper

his a*****e or the hoover dam, wonder what's deeper

goddamn, i'm like pam

you can put me in the frying pan

and cook you up a tasty meal

or use me as a flamethrower

so you can rape, rob, and steal

rape, gay, f**k, s**t, butts, c***s, dumps, t*****s

that's what my girlfriend lacked

plus i beat her too much,

so now she ain't pretty

pretty much just don't give a f**k

so c**t shut up before i cut you up

drain your blood and serve it from a dixie cup

you sippin on a pissy sippy cup

like drake wishes he was wayne, 

but dre would knock em both out by looking they way

and i'll say i've come a long way

disassociate identity disorder, brought on the protege

from the cradle to the grave, i'm strange

can't complain about my fucked up brain

coz it's what i'ma use to get my a*s on stage

and have you hollering, giving me a dollar and fame

but ya'll still won't be able to pronounce my last name

i don't want fans

i want people who listen to music

and do what the can

when life gets em down as far as they can take

and they wanna give up and throw it all away

so they come home, and my record they play

game no longer the same the day protege took place

mace in your face, stole your ak, and smacked your face

people will be so crazy for me they will love the way my s**t tastes

oh yeah, what was I gonna say?

that's right

what's on my mind

uhh f**k everybody and you're all lame

and buy my tape!