Superstar, Mr. Who wants a signature
got a bitch and a big -ass car
House on the hill, livin' large
But I got the feeling that somethin'
When I see the nightfall, I turn to a psycho Cyclone,
I'm nipple -twistin' the whole scene
While I scream, I have a dream
That might scare folks like a nightmare
You never quite had thoughts that I share
This is your brain on drugs, the fried egg
They always say don't touch
Yet curiosity killed the cat kids
Even though we can always hear
the snake in the grass hiss
We take our chances and get bitten,
and wind up a dead kitten
Victim, I put him to sleep like
Man with the mask, mad villain,
rappers that's more than a billion
I put him in a box, a box in a building
Cause I'm more than willing
When I catch a case I call
Don't disturb me when I'm fast asleep
It might be the moment that
About a trip where I'm seeing
I'm floatin' on the cloud
Got all the fuckers, got a million bucks
Mindfuckin', you retarded
Break into your apartment,
start pissin' on your carpet
This black man is not the issue
The issue is you spittin' out
Crystal clear, the way the rap flows
Starin' at the cloud light like Eskimo
as the world keeps spinnin'
You may think you can fuck with us,
think that you're winning
But the feeling won't last,
like Zed and Pulp Fiction
You only exist, cause I have a dream
It comes from the subconscious
Constant conflict, no nonsense
They're quick to pull you in the border,
That shit stinks like vomit and piss
You can call us the Slumber Brothers