Hold up I been on my mother fucking grind gimme that source award Wait they ain't making the source no more I been patiently waiting to force the score Into basically greatness tour de force They got problems and I see they bitch a lot Prepare for the judgement pick a spot I ain't budging for nothing lick a cock Or be stiff a lot like Mr. Spock Get it in go for the breakdown Rearing the choke for the Takedown I been here hoping for Pay now But they all fear dope on the playground Gold Gunner I been through the jungle like lode runner I been touring damn near the whole summer Getting in your mine like a gold hunter It's killing season Ebenezer with a frigid reason To be warm hearted but it's getting freezing And I can't let it get to me even So I keep it going like speedy Boeing's They got lazy greedy knowing They can't phase me even though it's Just not working Lisa Owens Come see the god Few shows to re-beat the odds Then I flew home with a new poem And a piece of gauze over sweet applause Clap it up for the rabid fucks that be rapping tough With no bars no baggage but just screw faces that's had enough Are you still here? Still tuned in till the new year Still repping through for the Wreking Crew Do you wanna stay for a few beers I'm bout to bounce but before I do don't count me out Don't look me over don't doubt the clout After 24 you need to mouth to mouth Sometimes I'm running on fumes but I just keep running and running on I heard em say that I'm doomed but They can't see that I been running long They just a bunch of cartoon sluts Trying to be real with the puppet arm Stuffed in they fucking cartoon guts I just can't love how they rub it wrong See me I'm trying to figure out How to get me just a little clout How to get me just a little game How to just take it a different route How to let more of you know the name Letting you know just what I'm about 24 weeks was in the aim 28 left to feed a drought