Letras
(Ayo, Poetics, bring the drums in)
Fuck it up (uh-yuh), fuck it up (fuck it up)
Pullin' up (uh-yuh), not enough (not enough)
Boom it up, whole clique boomin' up (boom-boom-boom)
I be tripping (uh-yuh), I'm a klutz (whoa)
My lil' baby (uh-yuh), she'll buss (she be bussin')
Got that pipe (pipe, pipe), got it tuck (on tuck)
Double drum full of slugs, that's the nuts (brrah, brrah)
Open up (uh-yuh), open up (boom)
Coming down, bitch, coming up
I been down so long, it look like up
Me and Ouija from the ground up, cooking up (boy)
In the kitchen lacing, twitching (what?)
Elbows itching (itching)
Motherfuckers sneak-dissin' 'cause they ain't competition (they ain't)
I swear to you, this shit is stranger than fiction (strange)
I'm bad religion, I had a vision (I had a vision)
I made it, so motherfuckers had to listen
I'ma take this and probably start acting different (I'll probably act different)
I'm a basket case, but the basket missing
I keep my brain in bad condition (bad condition)
I lost my innocence since an adolescent
All my albums came out mad depressing
From sad confessions, but I had to tell 'em
Tell 'em better let us in 'cause I had the dressings (splash)
Demons in my brain like a bad infection
In the mirror, double-checking if I have reflection
Everything I drop, that's a cataclysm (cataclysm)
Had to put it in they face like some activism
Splat the jism and I crack the prism
Shawty give me brain like an aneurysm