I Don't Need A Tank Top To

So Many Lives I Touch, So Much Anger.

I Was Born A Premature Birth. My First Words Were "bleep, Bleep" And "curse, Curse" My Breath Still Stinks And I'm On My 3rd Cert.

My Overall Look On Things Is A Lot More Mature Than It Used To Be.

But I Still Rap Like I'm On My Pharoahe Monch Grind.

The Devil's Spirit's Trapped Inside Me. My Soul Is Possessed By This Devil My New Name Is Rain Man. So I Keep Conjuring (demons), Sometimes I Wonder Where These Thoughts Spawn (satan) From. I'm Just Relaying What The Voice In My Head's Saying. Don't Shoot The Messenger, I'm Just Friends With The Monster That's Under My Bed. Get Along With The Voices Inside Of My Head.