Hook:
Anger nah that ain't strange to me
Like rage increasing dangerously
With a tongue made of fire put the demons to sleep
and I only feel at peace when I'm trapped in a beat
Drums start to pound with the sound of war
rise from the ground and growl and roar
I'm the Elegant Eccentric a son of the poor
And I set my sights now I'm settling the score

Intro:
Sometimes I get so angry that I don't know what to do
I wanna hit random people who look similar to you
So I just isolate myself and take hits inside my room
See you ain't like me and neither is your crew

People hear the music then they start to criticize
I don't fucking care what you really think about my rhymes
Homie I don't have the time to sit and listen to your notes
Nope You ain't my friend so I could care less if you choked

1st Verse
Bills sent to collections with these sections of my life
and the hard times are amplified by working just a part time
No I'm not a gentleman that's why I write these harsh lines
and No I won't help you just because your car died

You get what you give so I should give weed to kids
and then get ridiculed for insidiousness
and still my turn my back on you idiots shit
I'm just another rapper with a good idioms bit

I won't get rickety lickety split See
i'll still be spitting sick while flipping you shit
and every minute that I'm in it I'll be smashing you mimics
until you understand intelligence is not a fucking gimmick

Oh so vicious and malicious on this mission
wishin that you bitches would just shut up and listen
and then play your position for just a couple more minutes
cause I went the fucking distance and I still ain't finished

2nd Verse
This is how it's done see this is how you do it

Man shut your fucking mouth and just let me make music

But dub if you don't man it might be confusing

Good I never wrote rhymes to satisfy the eunuchs

But what if all the people start to laugh and jeer

Then fuck it man I'll make my fans rant and cheer

But what about those who talk shit about your beats

They can open their mouths and lip lock the streets

Dub I gotta say i think you gotta lotta problems

I'm well aware of that and I solve em with these raw puns

Do you even have a brain I don't think you got one

No I gotta mind to blow but don't have a shotgun

Why you so full of animosity and anger

Because of stupid questions being asked by strangers

I heard a cat say you rhyme the same words twice

It's a play on words and I'm done playing nice.