Guess whose here to get your heads bumpin/
Guess whose here to get your heads rushin/
Quit your fussin/
Walking down the street heavily drunken/
Everyone crowds around me like they want somethin/
One day I picked up a pen all the sudden/
Then it happened, someone went and hit the red button/
And they put me into this dark and empty dungeon/
Now quit your talkin people it's time to kick the bucket/
Me and Izzy Odom, hotter than an oven/The words that come outta my mouth, you gotta love it/
If you dont you can go right ahead and stuff it/
I can't hear the crowd, yall all sound muffled/
Either that of I'm deaf/
But in the end Imma be the wrong one to test/
I'm guessin I was blessed when I was pulled through this mess/
I had to use a mic to express/
The thoughts going through my head/