22

I'm genocidal on this 22, I'm Rwanda I'm a dude both Hutus and Tutsis are not fond of Lazy for days, work nights, Mary Jane Fonda You're in a line-up doing lines, while I do the Conga Want beef, burger flipper, get devoured like food I'm a retarded evil genius, using powers for good A sip of brew when I wake up, then a Xanax at noon I'm on some Drizzy Drake shit, singing out of the blue Means I sing in the rain So goddamn it, Sam, play it, Frank, sing it again When I was 17 I used to pour my seed down the drain Creating sewage monsters, sorry Dufresne You'll never make it through the damn canal See I'm the fucking Heisenberg, and you brats a Hal Your style is foul and a tad banal I am a walking mystery, call me a femme fatale The good and evil in me cancel out A rough gentleman, I come into a damsel's mouth I'm dangerous like sitting down in Chris Hansen's house The new thing on the radio, I'm throwing Lazlow out I'm checking in, sipping gin, plenty brew and plenty doubt I gotta finish cause it's 22, I'm checking out Gotta go back, man, fuck a convention I vomit with all the stuff that you suckers mention Yeah, yeah, typical message: "no enough attention" Every rapper thinks he's Biggie, Slim, L, Hova and then some Throw me in jail, leave in a cell for nights I do not like your God's work. I'll go to hell with pride Don't understand me, not the motherfucking Mensa type? Your gun's heavy? Well my pencil's light. End of fight