i  slay  punks  who  don't  know  their  own  identity

you  spit  my  name  and  use  it  like  an  obscenity

you  got  more  skulls  in  your  closet  than  a  kennedy

you  on  my  nuts  so  you  better  hold  tenderly

i  can  tell  you  what's  crackin'  and  done  get  splitten

you  corrosin'  on  the  floor,  shaken  and  snake  bitten

you  in  a  cold  sweat  like  james  of  the  names  you  knew

don't  mean  shit  to  me  and  you  ain't  got  a  clue

of  what's  about  to  happen  -  interaction

two  worlds  collide  -  one  survives  the  reaction

hold  tight,  keep  yourself  together

cause  we're  about  to  storm  you  like  shitty  weather

i  can  see  what  you  see  what  you  asked  for  it  has  to  be

you  set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe

set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe  and  that's  the  only  way  that  is  has  to  be

the  whole  damn  world  is  mad  at  me

but  i  don't  give  a  damn,  i'm  just  glad  to  be

all  pain  and  the  fame  a  society,  actuality,  it's  a  formality

how  can  i  say:  "you  ain't  shit  to  me"

without  you  takin'  it  personally

ten,  proper  years  of  bringin'  funk

i,  still  count  mine,  it's  hella  gettin'  over  the  hump

i  got  the  loads  on  the  skull,  i  got  my  hand  on  the  pump

still  got  the  boss  to  go  nutty  on  you  punks  (yeah!)

i  don't  wanna  be  the  king  of  the  sing

just  a  soul  assassin  for  the  cypress  team

i  rhyme  and  sing  and  make  bitches  scream

they  love  that  old  south  side  gangsta  lean

call  the  psycobeta,  i  guess  you're  crackin'

turn  into  mad  dog  when  i  start  rappin'

look  at  hostile  -  ah,  damn  wild

shake  you  up  in  a  hurry  from  the  voodoo  child

don't  get  caught  up  hangin'  on  the  mortar

hold  on  and  i'll  turn  y'all  punks  all  wild

i  can  see  what  you  see  what  you  asked  for  it  has  to  be

you  set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe

set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe  and  that's  the  only  way  that  is  has  to  be

the  whole  damn  world  is  mad  at  me

but  i  don't  give  a  damn,  i'm  just  glad  to  be

all  pain  and  the  fame  a  society,  actuality,  it's  a  formality

how  can  i  say:  "you  ain't  shit  to  me"

without  you  takin'  it  personally

(10,  9,  8,  7,  6,  5,  4,  3,  2,  1,  come  on!)

i'm  tired  of  whack  rappers  and  fame  seekers

like  you  know  the  deal  to  be  in  my  same  sneakers

i  don't  mind  exposin'  you  hollow  bitches

i  got  the  medicine  over  the  swallow  bitches

you  play  roles  like  an  actor  but  get  no  oscar

gun  spray,  gunned  away,  cut  from  the  roster

you're  just  an  imposter,  you  lost  your  composure

respect  your  exposure  to  bring  you  to  your  closure

but  you're  in  denial  and  still  remain  vile

in  a  place  within  last  style  and  senseless  wild

i  take  you  down  the  long  trail  you  failed  to  keep  up

that's  when  you  get  introduced  to  the  street  sweeper

i  can  see  what  you  see  what  you  asked  for  it  has  to  be

you  set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe

i  can  see  what  you  see  what  you  asked  for  it  has  to  be

you  set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe

i  can  see  what  you  see  what  you  asked  for  it  has  to  be

you  set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe

i  can  see  what  you  see  what  you  asked  for  it  has  to  be

you  set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe!!!

set  yourself  up  for  catastrophe  and  that's  the  only  way  that  is  has  to  be

the  whole  damn  world  is  mad  at  me

but  i  don't  give  a  damn,  i'm  just  glad  to  be

all  pain  and  the  fame  a  society,  actuality,  it's  a  formality

how  can  i  say:  "you  ain't  shit  to  me"

without  you  takin'  it  personally...