My Only Scheme Was To

If You Could Count The Skeletons In My Closet, Under My Bed And Up Under My Faucet, Then You Would Know I've Completely Lost It. Is He Nuts? No He's Insane!

My Rhyming Skills Got You Climbing Hills, I'll Travel Through Your Mind Into Your Spine Like Siren Drills.

99% Of My Life I Was Lied To. I Just Found Out My Mom Does More Dope Than I Do(damn!). I Told Her I'd Grow Up To Be A Famous Rapper, Make A Record About Doing Drugs And Name It After Her (-oh, Thank You!).

A Lot Of My Rhymes Are Just To Get Chuckles Out Of People. Anybody With Half A Brain Is Going To Be Able To Tell When I'm Joking And When I'm Serious.

All I See Is Sissies In Magazines Smiling... Whatever Happened To Wildin' Out And Being Violent? Whatever Happened To Catching A Good, Old-fashioned, Passionate Ass Whoopin'? And Getting Your Shoes, Coat And Your Hat Tooken?