Belly of the Beast

Maniac off Xanny bars, sack like Santa Claus

That puts you in the figure-forum

My literature is like I wrote it in silver

And you're on the podium with speech eroding 'em

Your bitch like a leech on my scrotum

Hoe tried to kill the dick, strangled 'em and choked 'em

After she was done, I looked down at my penis

Like she really ain't mean it

Nigga, I'm anaemic with the ink, you a Stevie Wonder, blink

I take a piss in the same sink you wash dishes with

You're illiterate, your Bisquick soft

I put the biscuit, then you dip like cocktail sauce

I eat so many shrimp I got iodine poison

Hoes on my dick 'cause I look like Roy Orbison

Got a foursome with four fours and I called it 'a twelve'

One was chubby, one was ugly, whack as hell

This can't be real, I'm in a dream

I don't have skin, I just shine

They can't contain me, I'm free

It feels like losing your mind

Psycho, crazy, deranged

Spitting on tracks like oncoming train

Vocal laid down like tower of burning flame

Sippin' gasoline, made a full canteen

Stone Temple Pilot, crashed into the wall

While listening to Wu-Tang and rubbing on his balls

Off the bars of footballs, thoughts playing foosball

In V.I.P., sleep with shades on the boo-ya

So, bitch, bust that shit open like you landed knee first

Let me stuck my finger in it, what it smelled like? Birth

If it smelled like syrup, you gon' get this work

But if it smelled like perch, gotta disperse

I'm a pervert wearing Sherbert

Tell your baby mama turn her ass

A younger mama shoulda handcuffed me to the furnace

This can't be real, I'm in a dream

I don't have skin, I just shine

They can't contain me, I'm free

It feels like losing your mind