Chorus: br I am the best mess, man br Even if I’ve gone mental br I’ll roast you like a red tan br You’ll shit yourself like a bedpan br Whatever it was I said can br just make your friend and br you say, ‘I can’t comprehend that br that motherfucker just said that’ br br Verse 1: br I don’t swipe styles or bite rhymes br I write lines I like fine, biters br get copyright fines, that’s mine br or stay in a box in a plot for all time br I am ice cold and too hot to hold br My fire will scorch those who br might go try to mic control br I know they’re too boastful br You should be grateful br to get a taste of what I made up br I’m the greatest but br my saying ‘made up’ you say it ain’t what br it claims to be but it’s true straight up br You’re now rocking with the, um, br You just cannot rock br You needs tons of gravel to stand up br in my socks, the Grand Canyon’s br not gargantuan enough br br Verse 2: br -Has that impatient inpatient been waiting? br +No, I just gave him his medication br -He needs to see a psychiatrist br after all he is a mental patient br +What is this metal casement? br It’s attached inside his pant legging br -Why didn’t you alert me? br He could be an insurgent br in Iraq’s insurgency or something br I’m worried and nervous that he’ll br pull a bomb out of his shoe heel br and kill you and murder me br +Hello hospital security, please br come with help in a hurry br there’s an emergency in room 203 br -Good, I just put him to sleep br br Verse 3: br Got a problem with me, br open your damn mouth br or get gobbled by me br Ya see my fangs now? br I’ll Virginia Tech massacre you br with a strap in your classroom at school br You’re not understanding a damn thing br about what Alex had to endure br You ask for the truth br but can’t handle the truth br You fools have to nab it or you’ll br throw a dang tantrum like you’re two, br not just a tantrum but two br Yeah dude we all had ‘em, it’s true br but actually too it’s factual you br throw ‘em like Sabathia threw br I may or may not disappoint my listener br but I really did not point my finger br I didn’t say names or the boy’s initials br br Chorus: br I am the best mess, man br Even if I’ve gone mental br I’ll roast you like a red tan br You’ll shit yourself like a bedpan br Whatever it was I said can br just make your friend and br you say, ‘I can’t comprehend that br that motherfucker just said that’ br br *Alex, A-L-E-X, K-L-A-S-H*