Mathematics

[Verse] You too quick to be a bitch Pussy whipped by life, they never doing shit I'm just telling you people this for the heck of it Cuz my mind's so fucked up when I try to spit The ignorance that coming outta the Makeshift Shawn May, that Pootie Tang, that weird kid Wadahtah, these niggas getting their ass whipped I spit game, they talk shit I write lyrics, they just load clips Smoke spliffs until their mindset is stiff Catapulting off a cliff Being random with this shit No story behind Spitting dumb shit from the back of my mind The gears outta their grind Nobody sniffing their lines A miracle yet nigga was never spiritual You thinking this a different type of Shawn that you hear It isn't so I gotta make this shit very clear I'm not the man of the year yet I aspire to be But I'ma spend time getting shade from a tree While getting good head from a chick named Bree I'm an easy going nigga, this the natural me Cuz the weirdo rappers are the best type of rapper since the fuck ass rappers are offended You find that offensive, well listen to yourself for once Then wonder why niggas think your ass a dunce They can have the money, they can have the fun While I spit on Mathematics nigga, lesson one Sounding like Judge Mathis, ignorance had won But I'ma scare niggas cause kingdom come I'ma apathetic nigga, so whatever I done Just to get this sound out paid off in the run I wish it would've been Road Runner The time for me to spit about to end, sucka