Lyrics:
I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for shit, get outta my face, lookin' boy
Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy
'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloadin' immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big, and here they come tryin' to
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One
When I tried to say, "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
You write normal?
I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Set you off 'til you
Scream, "Piss off, screw you"
When it talks to you like you don't belong
Or tells you you're in the wrong field
When something's in your mitochondrial
'Cause it latched on to you, like
Knock knock, let the devil in, manevolent
As I've ever been, head is spinnin', this medicine
Screamin', "L-l-l-let us in"
L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe
Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'
Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent
Of elephant manure
Hell, I meant Kahlúa, screw it, to hell with it
I went through hell with accelerants and blew up
My-my-myself again, Volkswagen, tailspin
Bucket matches my pale skin, mayo and
Went from Hellmann's and being rail thin, Filet-o-Fish
Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik
How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
Proof's room slept on floor of 'da motel then
Dr.
Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'ma let you finish in a minute
Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
So you might wanna go back to the lab tonight and, um (yeah)
Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place
All the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (yeah)
You can see the sparks from hot metal (yeah)
Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted the game
My soul started to rot, fellow (yeah)
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted, 'cause Marsh is not mellow
'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop
I'm standin' on my Monopoly board (uh)
That means I'm on top of my game
And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore (shit)
When you're so good that you can't say it
'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (shit)
People just get sick 'cause you spit
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (ow)
And you can never break my stride (no)
You'll never slow the momentum at any moment
I'm 'bout to blow, you'll never take my pride
Killin' the flow, slow venom
Any opponent is gettin' no mercy, mark my words
Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood
I don't give a fuck, keep givin' them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for sh-, get outta my face, lookin' boy
Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy
'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloadin' immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big, and here they come tryin' to
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One
When I tried to say, "I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an A-, a revolver and a nine"
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the f- that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with f- cornrows
You write normal?
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses, too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, F it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
I get a "Hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy
I'ma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for shit, get outta my face, lookin' boy
Basically boy, you're never gonna be capable
Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy
'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod, this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloadin' immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to maybe to try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big, and here they come tryin' to
Censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP One
When I tried to say, "I'll take seven kids from Columbine"
"Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from two-thousand four, though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
You write normal?
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My life's like one great big ball of shit
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall and shit
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit
All I know is I'm about to hit the wall if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it filter's up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up
Blow this building up, I've concealed enough
My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush
You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch
Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you closed minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, out this world
Ain't no one out they mind as me
You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine, all I need's a line
But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feelin' at that time
Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper
I'm desperate at my desk, if I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothin'
Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin' out, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I slave to this trade
Cyanide, I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch-hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin' boilin' point
Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An M.C.'
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My life's like one great big ball of shit
If I could just put it all into all I spit
Stead of always tryin' to swallow it, instead of starin' at this wall and shit
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit
All I know is I'm about to hit the wall if I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic
I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it filter's up
I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up
Blow this building up, I've concealed enough
My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well I'ma show you what, you gon feel my rush
You don't feel it then it must be too real to touch
Bill the dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
Goosebumps, yea, I'ma make your hair sit up
Yea sit up, I'ma tell you who I be
I'ma make you hate me, cause you ain't me
You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
What you closed minded fucks were too blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finder's fee, out this world
Ain't no one out they mind as me
You need peace of mind, here's a piece of mine, all I need's a line
But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feelin' at that time
Yea sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Just sometimes, it's always me, how dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half ass rhyme with this half ass piece of paper
I'm desperate at my desk, if I could just get the rest of this shit off my chest again
Stuck in this slump, can't think of nothin'
Fuck I'm stumped, uh, wait, here comes somethin'
Nope, it's not good enough, scribble it out
New pad, crinkle it up and throw the shit out
I'm fizzlin' out, thought I figured it out
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out
I'm afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I slave to this trade
Cyanide, I spit to the grave, real enough to rile you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch-hitter, bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'ma sit until I get enough in me to finally hit a fuckin' boilin' point
Put some oil in your joints, flip the coin bitch, come get destroyed
An M.C.'
Go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
She want to shop with Jay, play box with Jay
She want to pillow fight in the middle of the night
She want to drive my Benz with five of her friends
She want to creep past the block spyin' again
She want to roll with Jay, chase the skeeos away
She want to fight with lame chicks, blow my day
She want to inspect the rest, kick me to the curb
If she find a strand of hair longer than hers
She want love in the jacuzzi, rub up in the movies
Access to the old crib, keys to the new crib
She want to answer the phone, tattoo her arm
That's when I gotta send her back to her moms
She call me "Heartbreaker"
When we apart, it makes her
Want to get a piece of paper, scribble "I hate ya"
But she know she love Jay because
She love everything Jay say, Jay does and uh
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Give me your love, give me your love
Give me your love, give me your love
Critics are really the enemy and I
Can't stand the way they slam today's gifted
Effin' incredible, get fanned away with grands to pay
This jam will lay scripted
Deaf and impeccable
Write a rhyme and I put everything in a flow
I'm the N9ne I'm a look very mean
When a foe scribe a line but he has never been at a show
By the times it'll be better, leave it in the sto'
'Cause they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes
Amateur writer dissin'
He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks some may despise
Never do try to listen
It's real, I'm mad
Clueless when you scribble on your pad
How you gonna criticize with a chisel on your nads sizzling your ad
You don't really get why I'm so pissed?
And the secret door swings behind us
She's saying nothing, she's just giggling along
Even if they were to find us
I wouldn't notice, I'm completely occupied
As all the fools on parade cavort and carry on for waiting eyes
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
But she's never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares
Fools on parade frolic and fuck about to make her gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture that holds her absence
But you're daft to think she'd care
Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Fools on parade
Conduct a sing-along
Go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
She want to shop with Jay, play box with Jay
She want to pillow fight in the middle of the night
She want to drive my Benz with five of her friends
She want to creep past the block spyin' again
She want to roll with Jay, chase the skeeos away
She want to fight with lame chicks, blow my day
She want to inspect the rest, kick me to the curb
If she find a strand of hair longer than hers
She want love in the jacuzzi, rub up in the movies
Access to the old crib, keys to the new crib
She want to answer the phone, tattoo her arm
That's when I gotta send her back to her moms
She call me "Heartbreaker"
When we apart, it makes her
Want to get a piece of paper, scribble "I hate ya"
But she know she love Jay because
She love everything Jay say, Jay does and uh
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Give me your love, give me your love
Give me your love, give me your love
Momma screaming like Mahalia
Pain is love and it's war
Pain is running out of raw
Pain is finding out you're poor
As the feds knock at your door
I don't never feel pain, 'cause I done felt too much pain
Been around here, standing in the rain
Blood Flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thang
Getting money, rocking tons of gold chains
I don't never feel pain, 'cause I done felt too much pain
I'm just standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing, getting money, rock a hundred gold chains
Pain is joy when it cries, it's my smile in disguise
It's what makes the story chilling, Spare the women and the children
Hear the scribbles of the villain (yeah)
This is drug dealer brilliance
Pyrex on the platter like hot sex, but my tribe don't quest like love
Came in this bitch, with a mask and a glove, and a team of lawyers to run the train on the judge
It's no risk without gain, there's no trust without shame
It's no us without caine
Push, my name is my name
In the kitchen with a cape on, apron, Tre-eight on, coulda been Trayvon
But instead I chose Avon, colored face like a geisha
Arm & Hammer for the breakup
Turn one into two, watch the brick kiss and makeup
It's a match made in heaven, all that's missing is the reverend
All that's missing is a blessing
I hope God gets the message
I don't never feel pain, 'cause I done felt too much pain
Been around here, standing in the rain
Blood Flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thang
Getting money, rocking tons of gold chains
I don't never feel pain, 'cause I done felt too much pain
I'm just standing in the rain, blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing, getting money, rock a hundred gold chains
Up, up, up your premium
Up, up, up your premium (Scribble away!)
Up, up, up your premium (And balance the books)
Up, up, up your premium (Scribble away!)
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window (window)
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, f- it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
Up, up, up your premium
Up, up, up your premium (Scribble away!)
Up, up, up your premium (And balance the books)
Up, up, up your premium (Scribble away!)
Shaky Davey's got a twelve gauge in his hand
It's sawed off to the limit
He's got a vague plan
There's this liquor store on Madison
There's another one down on Washington square
He's pretty sure no one's ever seen him
Down around there
The first one's bird shot the next four are double aught buck
The last one's a slug just for good luck
He's got his works in his pocket
He wants to score as soon as he's done
He can't wait to get straight to get long gone
He puts on his long coat scribbles off a short note
Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go down
It's right around midnight and there's still too damn many people on this street
He's walked all the way from Battery Park he's got sweaty hands and burnin' feet
He's desperate for a fix
His body's screamin' "Get me high"
He bursts through the door and lets one fly
Sunrise in the park and Davey's cold as stone
He got some bad merchandise and he was all alone
Two more unsolved mysteries a iot of paper pushed around
Most folks are just wakin' up in this great big town
Free Enterprise, overexposed
Irritated, uneducated still scribble my flows
The jubilation, the euphoria
Pushing a foreign in the morning
Pick your daughter up
Drop your seed off, let the weed up
Slow motion, fast forward 'til we speed up
Grinding 'til my new accountant is fully at ease
Beefing with broke niggas really like pulling my teeth
Get away from me, you looking so suspicious
Light pocket, heavy hearted, you simple minded niggas
Don't be jealous of me, I keep enough foes
Get all the sneakers, not enough clothes
You can have the ex, I got enough hoes
You can have my next, once we a month old
Reptile black, Birkin Bamboo handle
Now the trophy on the mantle, well I got a Phantom
Being down and out was inconceivable
When you find out the one you love is just misleading you
Tryna make a living, remain spiritual
Egotistical ways I embraced back in middle school
If the chick was game, we would run a train
Send her home on a bus, then forget her name
But now the bitches be the realest ones
I done cried on the shoulder when I'm feeling numb
Seen a man getting life and never shed a tear
But his daughter in the ninth never pierced her ears
Time will come when all that nice shit disappears
Why you think I'm on the night shift with the pills?
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf Wang
Yeah
I'm a fucking walking paradox, no, I'm not
Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar
Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars
Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone
Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (shit)
You tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening
Uh, Wolf Haley
Uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley
Golf fuckin' Wang
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin', and this isn't a fucking hotline
For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time
I'm clocking three past six and going postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's
This ain't no V.
'Cause I got all my ex-wives on my chest (haha)
Over here is Clay Aiken, there's a side of bacon
And I'm in a torpedo fighting with Satan
Next to Hello Kitty and a zombie ice skating and wait
It's Ronald Reagan
I've got these dragons, I've got these dolphins
All inscribed on me indelibly
I've had bad reactions, bad infections
Even Hepatitis C
My friends think that I need therapy
Maybe some laser surgery
For the flaming goat skull on my knee
Knee (knee), knee (knee), knee, hey
Beautiful tats (yeah), all over my back (all over)
And I've got some space here, on the side of my face here (haha)
For another tattoo, baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
Another tattoo baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
No, I'm not high (high)
I'm really okay (okay)
I just love these scribbles (haha), that won't go away
I got another tattoo, baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
Another tattoo, baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
Yeah
Yes, there were a few
I got from a losing a bet
I misspelled a word or two
Still, there's nothing I regret
My shopping trips are no sweat
There's never stuff I forget
Check out this rad Boba Fett
He's playing clarinet
Beautiful tats (yeah), all over my back (all over)
And what the heck (haha)
There's still some room on my neck
I'll get another tattoo, baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
Another tattoo, baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
I don't know why (why)
But every day (day)
Whenever folks see me
They just back away (whoa)
I got another tattoo, baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
Another tattoo, baby
(Noth-noth-nother tattoo, babe, noth-nother tattoo)
Yeah
D'ow
Deh, okay right there by my elbow, you see?
I'm hiding from my shadows
Running inside my dreams
I know that you are watching
You're right there watching me
I need a taste of freedom
I need some room to breathe
But I know that you are watching
You're right there watching me
So gimme a little, gimme a little, (ah) a little more space
Just gimme a little, gimme a little (ah more)
Satisfaction (satisfaction)
All we ever want, but I can't have it (have it)
Scribbles on the page, they call it magic (magic)
Makes me wanna be what you imagine, imagine, ah
No need to hurry (no need to hurry), no need to rush (no need to rush)
I tell them my story, it's never enough!
Catch two, cats knew, I been a gorilla
Welcome to the zoo
Yup, you little monkeys know what it do
Come test me
The real is back fuck the artificial
Won't you let the realers rap
They scribble in they notebooks
Me? I state facts
Safe estate, they know where the best be at
Whenever I ask, "Are you not entertained?"
