Guess who's back? Up in the mix With my long brown hair And my big wide lips
[Verse 1] The year was grey, 1991 When Tommy got produced by some chemical waste and cum Scientific project, escaped from Kazakhstan I am married to those beats, wheres my number one fan Half human, half machine, not a real fucking human being Can't cry, only hope. Can't smile, so I smoke Without a wolfpack, a loner, my mood getting colder I'm only 21 but my mind is older Gonna live large, die young, most insane This flow hit hard like Kurt Cobain
[Hook (Repeat x4)] Guess who's back? Up in the mix With my long brown hair And my big wide lips
[Verse 2] Once upon a time not long ago Came out white dynamite You never heard of me before I don't live by the gun I live by the ton Smoke all that shit flush it down with the rum As I sit in my dark room Make music like I'm dracula Out of fresh blood, going fucking smackula I may be young but I'm definitely ready These blue balls full of lyrics I'm getting kind of heavy So I outburst, a fat dose as I converse Metaphor after metaphor, soon I talk in reverse As I come back straight with a combat Paint pictures with my words, so they call me abstract
[Hook (Repeat x2)] Guess who's back? Up in the mix With my long brown hair And my big wide lips