This beat is just for me, I don’t do it for your peeps br And it’s so damn raw, I need soda pop br And if you’re going to pop, don’t hold it back come on br Yeah, I am so raw, I’m so depressed, can’t fix me yeah br I’m Alex D, AD and Klash, I go by several names br but they give me several pain br Yeah Sarah Palin, why are you running? You can’t hide anything br Yeah you got no legs, I cut ‘em off, so why you try OK br Why are you even movin’, I though I already shoot ya br I’m cryin’ here, tears are on my face, a waterfall br on my neck, on my torso, you don’t know the pain that I felt br I can’t estrange it from myself, indict, extradite, extra white br extra guys don’t wanna be me because br I beat me every single night br You don’t know I put words just to rhyme, and I might lie br And I might say something that is not true just to get it popping off br to you, screw ooh, I am the mister magic br Everything that I do is with a wand br and I swaap it, swand it, swat it, swap it br Everything you do is wrong shit, all it is br He’s gonna be hooting, I’m a bad boy man, I’m fat as hell br so damn Asian, that is real, my voice is so husky, fuck me girl br If you don’t like my style, just turn it off and if you wanna be, br just turned on, guy, get your grind on, girl, get your guy on br and you know that it’s real and it’s unfair shit br Living in America just suck my eh br If you don’t censor that shit by yourself, br you know that record company will do that thing br ‘cause they got, motherfuckers, br who got nothing to do but to turn the dial br or slow down or put the bleep on, when your speech on br ‘cause they don’t like the motherfucking thing that you was saying br like I just said I got too much damn swearin’ br And if you swerve in or out, make sure your car’s got extra power, br extra horse under the engine Hemi br If you hem the thing, you don’t know how to sew a thing br like I took mine to the dry cleaners br They made it longer instead of shorter like I told ‘em to do br I’m going off on tangents, my rhymes don’t make sense br I can’t even rhyme things, I wasn’t black br I didn’t grow up poor, so up yours br Up doors and knock down doors ’til I get three downed doors br 3 Doors Down Kryptonite, shit you don’t br you cannot write, hold it, beasties get me hit me br I’m a beastie, I get this like beasts be br Hit me up with another track, I get so much bad br and what comes to me, unfair, un-you, undo un-cunts br You can’t do the do, I am country move br I got so much shit upon my looting br You couldn’t take that from me, then funk me br Kill me, until I’m a dead meat br There’s nothing wrong with my playa br so I’m a paranoid that I say a br there’s water on my motherfucking mp3 player br or cd player or an iPod player, whatever, I am not a playa br If you don’t like me then just stop a playa br stop this playa, put the stop on button br Put the play off and put it off for another day or crush that shit br I’m at the end, suck my… was I just saying that? br I just sure did, I’m done