I’m restless
Like the undead;
Coming at you
For your head,
With lyrical rhymes
Like will smith and Jazzy Jeff.
Doctor Dre or Snaggle Puss.

Zombie-fide; stiff-necked and rubber boomed;
Flowing at you like a popped balloon.
Short, loud, and in your face.
  Or better yet like an irate Italian in a bicycle race
But never mind my stature, size, or rotten guise.

I’m here to say
I don’t like you
And you don’t like me
But I don’t care
I’m here to stay
And you’re gunna pay
Throw’n out CD’s like a DJ booth
And not like a crazy kook I’m gunna make cents.
It’s like Dr. Seuss on a bad trip one or two tabs and a psychotic flip
There’s no one like me
Like scream one, two and three
So hit that pipoe
Drop those pills
Don’t feel the hype
‘cause I’m what kills