Life handed me lemons, I jump back into the public eye
And squirted lemon juice in it by now you just wish I’d fuckin' die
But I electrify, get electrocuted, executed by
The execution of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zoomin' by
Guess who, what’s happenin' guys?
They told me to shit I fell off that pot, hoped right back up on that crapper and I
Said fuck you with a capital I, look who’s back to antagon-on-ize
You don’t like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You right back like a magnet on my dick grabbing at my shit
Better get to the back of the line, You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that? Bad of a kind
Of rapper would I be before I let another rapper think he’s hot
I’ll bury my face in a stinky twat
And go.....alalalalalalaLA!
Girl my headspace is limited, ain’t even room in the back of my mind (from previous lines that rhymed with back of the line, magnet on my, capital I...although I don't realize why he stopped that rhyme scheme then picked it up again
)That’s why I ain’t thinking about you, I don’t got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back
And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed
