But I Still Rap Like I'm On

All I See Is Sissies In Magazines Smiling... Whatever Happened To Wildin' Out And Being Violent? Whatever Happened To Catching A Good, Old-fashioned, Passionate Ass Whoopin'? And Getting Your Shoes, Coat And Your Hat Tooken?

Cuz This Is What Happens When Bad Meets Evil We Hit The Trees Till We Look Like Vietnamese People

Honestly, I'd Love To Be Remembered As One Of The Best To Ever Pick Up A Mic, But If I'm Doing My Part To Lessen Some Racial Tension I Feel Good About What I'm Doing.

A Lot Of The Problems I Had With Fame I Was Bringing On Myself. A Lot Of Self-loathing, A Lot Of Woe-is-me. Now I'm Learning To See The Positive Side Of Things, Instead Of, Like, 'i Can't Go To Kmart. I Can't Take My Kids To The Haunted House.'

I Just Remembered That I'm Absent Minded... Wait, I Mean I Lost My Mind, I Can't Find It.