I'll even let you erase the thread

I'll even let you erase the thread

I'm with you on that one, fuck the syndrome
Voodoo wackass, so full of shit it's pouring out the pinholes
Three dots and it's final... and you'd even dare
to ask me 'bout another fucking song to your IPod
"I'm back in my Tech and Can era" I'm sending two songs
You asking me 'bout downloading old shit (STOP IT!)
...you're cracking me up like croutons!
Shit's written off the top, lyrical toupés
Look, I wasn't even writing rhymes in '02, you were
Don't act like you don't care, claiming a drunken cypher
Can't be easy writing rhymes after some light beer
Fuck it, I'm past that, done it and had that
I've already hustled your wack ass, how's the pants fag?
I got those for a hundred, you bought 'em for double or triple
Fast cash off some half assed bitch, without the bundle of pistols
Some people taught me, some people inspired me
So what if I went aquiring skills? "Teacher", admire me

I'm drunk, I'm pissed, I'm wack, my own father didn't even want me. Fuck it...

let me help you get the rage out bitch