Wait! Before I wreck this beat, let me just check to see If Stephanie Mills left any extra refills of ecstacy pills next to me In the seats spilled, or did she eat ‘em all with a breakfast drink(You don’t expect me to sing!) In the habit of grabbin’ a mic and babblin’, I dabble in lights But I might just swallow my fuckin’ Ritalin tablet after the night I’m grabbin’ it right from the medicine cabinet cause that’s what it’s like And attack it like a dragon and bite Jetpack in my backpack when I write Just stick a pin-up inside a Finnegan’s diner with a cigarette lighter Thinkin’ of tryna set a [?] in the fire that’ll trigger the sprinkler system And I’d escape but the getaway driver screwed up my limo Collided with the cement divider I went through the window and ended up bein’ pinned beside of [?] Friend of the guy’s wife, friend of the flight attendant from Idaho [?] So I pick up a pen, I’m venomous and I’m as thick as skin Like an evil dentist hygienist, sinister You’ve been yelling demented, I invented this, I’m the Genesis, Eminem is a nemesis to a feminist Fuckin’ smart, I look degenerate I got Ellen DeGeneres tryna tell me these men are just full of jealousy Envious of female independence, head with a clitoris, hit or miss you Never consider this a bit of disappointment, I’ll never fail to deliver this Whatever the weather in this’ll be just like a certificate of authenticity That I’m thinkin’ about just tryna think of the quickest and sickest way for ‘em to pick it I pick a day to be picked and [?] In the back of a [?] unforgettable Better believe these beats are edible I consider loose leaf a vegetable And I stalk my prey You think you got away but not today Murder you on a song and then I’ll just say I was with Dr. Dre and Robert Blake Eatin’ lobster, steak and coffee cake At a restaurant with Drake And Tech just got to make sure that our stories corroborate I’m a lot to take like Kanye walking up on the stage for Beyonce like it’s my job to say that you’re not a real artist, but it’s my obligation Honest Abe is on his way you will not escape Ammunition, replenish the Punisher with his gun at your hundred words And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run If you’re not lookin’ to get run over by the roadrunner No wonder don’t no one wanna go and jump in front of a fuckin’ runaway locomotive Or get thrown up under it just tryna fuck with the..