Let me tell ya Kill your penis and worship mine Cause the story can drown out a chorus line So pull up a chair and pour the wine and I'll show you how I got here I fell from a gash in the rain cloud Into a bed of jazz minister Jasmine's brain child Blow it like a gay Archbishop into game cartridges In a city of plastic bottles reading graphic novels [?] accommodating cheese toast bagels All the white friends thought I was pre-post-racial All the black friends dressed like heavy D calculating trendy jeans customizing their own STDs My part seems genetically engineered With war correspondents and orthopedic kedy [?] gear And flannel shirts when the cancer's purse [?] sheds a tear So I fill them with white chest with lead Adidas [?] My mom was a dancer, dad was a screenwriter During the interim ceasefire, my name never hit the police wire Cause my dad's favored [?] by a Gucci shop But my mom was broken box across from the study-pox [?] From there went from straight A to straight flunk My number one influence was a crystallized cocaine chunk So I'm going through the motions like a lame duck Sad cause my mom was hitting keys like Dâm-Funk Damn It's only two ways I was alone and it was quite clear I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones I was alone and it was quite clear I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones Come on Kill your penis and worship mine Cause the story can drown out a chorus line So fix your hair and snort your line And I'll tell you how I got here I got my sniveling inner child quarantined Started snorkeling with Good Lifers at age 14 Chillin Villain taught me how to make a record happen I spent every second rapping, now it's method acting But I was up in court for the attack that made blood sport/spurt So my teen years in L.A. were cut short My uncle took me taught me about Porta Cheese and Paellla Now I speak Portoguese We stayed in the villa of his ex-lover Then like next I'm up in the scuba bra [?] I can see my daughter in Paris With the daughter of the famous Phil Parapador [?] I can't believe we're only behind the closet door It's only two ways (Tell him Mike, yea) I was alone and it was quite clear I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones I lost my job as a P.A But I found out how much a dream weigh By selling recordable discs to get by I was shy with an adorable lisp but I Put the wedding cake in the cash register So my head space became a crab nebula What's Pokemon? Handworn [?] sex toys are the stribers' woody [?] Is on by the hustle so I'm staying a cyberbully He finds crowds that you can't inspire fully Spam box, ham hocks, I'm a blowhard Hip-hop, motherfucker, and it's full-form I do shows for a smile and a hell no's [?] Making baby formula out of underground dough It's only two ways (I did that shit, homie) I was alone and it was quite clear I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones I was alone and it was quite clear I'd be on my own trying to fight this fear I barely survive and so there's all this weird in my skeleton bones My soul relies underneath My soul relies underneath