| Ripping heads off all my Barbie dolls |
| Toss them to the side, give them convertibles |
| Click boom, I like the way your ride’s up Can’t have it all, skip the wanted boy |
| Watching from the sidelines, wish that she had it She wish that she had it Hearing a bad guy, build in a fantasy |
| Fuck reality, do you want to know, know, me Do you want to know? |
| Stuck in Nintendo, get the controller |
| Street Fighter sin search |
| I’ll finish him |
| (Down goes Frazier!) |
| I’ll finish him |
| Come Desdemona |
| Othello the tragedies |
| Shakespearean sorrows |
| When do I begin? |
| When do we begin? |
| I got L’s on my record |
| Weed on the vinyl |
| Keys open doors when them keys are albino |
| I’ll knock on my door when my stars is aline-o |
| I’ve been fishing for a minute for a minnow |
| Only I know that a pawn is a trade |
| And a rookie for a castle like tuition for a final |
| Playin’hooky for a tassle, spend a minute on the minor |
| Winds on my window |
| Ash on my skin, when the record low temps for the wind blow |
| Only write rhythm to the tardiest of tempos |
| Only ride shotgun when the car is a limo |
| Y’ar see |
| My crowd surf in a cypher |
| Scuba in my shower, take an uber to my neighbors |
| Used to pay the piper, till peter picked it better |
| Now the first thing you should tell is where the hell is all the paper |
| But memories keep coming back |
| All the nights that we used to laugh |
| Wanna know how I used to was, how I used to was |
| Memories keep playing back, all nights we used to love |
| Just wondering how we used to was, how we used to was |