Verse 1:
Breathin apparatus sporadic cause I'm an addict for fashion/ Fasten my sneakers to meet, fiendin for Gladice at night/ Speaking on matters I might scoop me an actress/ Madness all I'm packin despite this medication/ I got relations accommodating charisma, two hot Jamaicans in vista, I got to make it my mission/ Yellin hi hoes in a rented Tahoe, my eyes closed tryin to find a cliff, I'm fly as shit/ I got a nac for this immaculate adjectives written backwards is, huh, I don't know it just sounded slick/ Pitchin acronyms, swag-jackerless hittin backwards flips on the microphone in my zone doing magic tricks/

*This is the end skit*

Pop the clutch, a hundred bucks I split a wig/ Could give a hundred fucks if you motherfucks don't buy this shit/ High as two pudgy sluts after a tummy-tuck, seems I'm in a rush for destruction/ Jesus grab the wheel/ I woke up drunk by a dumpster truck, abandoned by a mansion thinking what-the-fuck/ I'm askin for a bathroom , at the door ended up taking a shit by the mantle/ They dialed 9-1-1 so I had to make a run for the window but the shits closed/ Still I fuckin jumped, off the second floor, now that was fuckin dumb/ I broke my leg with a slight concussion then I woke up in the hospital bed handcuffed, I don't remember nuffin/ If I never flunked out of special ed I'd be the president with pinky as Lawinski or maybe superhead/ And feed em sudafed and cookie crisp, you stupid bitch to think I never used a gun, now look at this/ I suggest you get you one and common sense/ I'm Rico Love *They don't know* when to quit/ Now everybody get back and grab a seat I'ma need some advil and a bath of bleach/ And bring my casket please and a box of condoms I'm a be fuckin dead til' my cock bleeds now watch these nuts/ In the end no motive might be found, if it is I don't think my momma might be proud//

Chorus:
I'm on the run for my life, now momma see me go/
Revin' my sex drive without a vehicle/
I palm my balls since three years old, you see me hoe/
Playin' matchbox// (Repeat)