Touché

[Verse] I feel like a Taco Bell restroom Does the absence of a laugh track stress you? Sorry there are no cues or a guide for your feeble mind to abide by I'm fly, snide, and fairly certain that I have already died Goodnight, beddy-bye, I hope I look in Freddy's eyes and find a way to kill him... 'til they film him in more sequels My nightmares don't die; so I am snorting Equal Tryina' make them somewhat sweeter, but this high isn't potent I might need a shock from a chubby, yellow rodent My life's in ashes, I've taken too many L's Collected too many fails, I never get any mail My friends are just people I speak to every day And they probably feel the same, so I message them and say: Touché. (In all caps.) I don't want to follow, but I'd rather not lead Cause most of you are stupid, I don't want you on my team I spend way too much time trying to be an example to folks, that black folks aren't clones and all raps aren't prone to same 4 themes But girl, all that's in my jeans is a weapon and some green There. Money, drugs, violence, and sex to help you catch up But condiments don't compliment my flavor, they mess up what I stand for So I'll sit down on my bean bag, hatin' teen mags that reinforce why I be mad Gettin' chip crud on this keypad Used all the napkins on three tabs I feel deader than a sea bass in a frying pan, but I'm the type of man to show up at my own repass and start krumping to Sade while wearing neon knee pads I'm not one to freak with; catch me on inTreatment or the front cover of the DSM Wake me when they're making the PS10 I'm streets ahead, in an alleyway, telling Chevy Chase we can't be best friends I wanna build a community of decent folk and geeks in bulk All I need is unity and [redacted] to Google me I'm shaking like booty meat, this small talk isn't working I'm only getting nervous, and this place is so unnerving I'm hopped up on Red Bull, I'm jacked up on Mtn. Dew 15 cents in my bank account; will you let me go out with you?! No?! Okay. Worst behavior; murk these haters Hurt these haters; curse these haters; you heard these haters? *nonsense* Nonsense, that's all they try to hit me with, I block and run Hit some other buttons, "Fatality", now I've got their lungs Breath-taking, a mess-making perfectionist And now you're saying touché, but how? You're weaponless You're not me, you don't want to be, you just think you do; end of story I just son'd you all, and I will deny you kids on Maury ... I WILL deny you kids on Maury I am not the father [Outro] This message was brought to you by a disaffected, intelligent college kid