Eccentric Me

Verse 1: I love bumping my music, yo The way I twist the words together like a Seussical Cause this cat with no hat got foolish flows Cause I been dropping math since I was two years old Never learned how start divvying my dividends To folks I added to top MySpace friends Cause in the end, all the times we spend Networking don't equal access to my bank's pin My ink pen gets Parkinson's When I feel like Jurassic Park-ing them An old school beast that be sparking flint Now watch Fiya works light the dark, you Dig Dug Cause I swear all I want to do is blow up Even if you monsters want to show up And for more points, I make sure I rock them A true microphone fiend; Twitter that mic and stalk him Chorus: Eclectic, each message Neglected, expected He wrecked it, you bet it Inspect it, and check it Twice and if that don't suffice Then my advice: hit rewind and open up your mind That boy is C-R-A-Z-Y, you see Eccentric me Verse 2: Hey little mama, let me whisper in your ear Tell you a little something that you'll like to hear If you like instrumentals and the words I say Just wait 'til you hear my A-L-B-Um Masterpiece, cause I'm a beast The vaccine for your itch on you dogs with fleas Like Condoleezza on Rice, I'm on these beats Making sure they bump right from the JUMP! Balling on cue, pooling in chill words To put the game in my pocket: billiards Stick it to you with my ill verse Cause you ain't chalking up to your talk and feel worse That's for the birds! I'm the dragon, mister Bust like a Gatling gun, you pistol I'm making new ideas; you ain't at Vista Married to the game, if you touch my dame: POW! Right in the kisser Punchline delivered... Chorus Verse 3: You don't know, man, when I go hard I'm like Roseanne: raising the bar So John, I'm better than good, man Cause I use monster ink and it's leaving you shook, man And that's Deep like the Mobb be Or the river that you made from your sobbing, sorry Forget the goon to the goblin I'm Willy Wonka; Gobstopping is my job, not my hobby I'd leave you hobbling, if you weren't already lame And now I'm running the game with the references Diction very fresh like a breath mint, kid Not even the best of it Lyrics in the pocket like unread text messages Check the script; I have lead role like God in both testaments That's not to blaspheme, just know that Blast brings That "Boom Shaka Locka, Shaka Locka" like Tag Team Chorus