you re a bitch i knew he was talkin shit about me i was like damage damage damage damage damage damage destruction motherfucker say what something s got to give something s got to give something s got to give arrrrrggghhhhhhh sage francis is out of it he done switched his tone closet alcoholics anonymous bitch i drink alone nobody knows so i press on i go to fugazi shows requesting minor threat songs drunk driving for exxon don t slalom the icebergs it s smooth sailing til the boat bottom bites curbs no problem but my sight s blurred don t serve me drinks because i ll write the words that make this whole world sink i m bitter sweet and sour shit i need to shower shit and shave stuck to the tv and completely out of it these days i ve got a cd fuck the counterfeit djs who first fronted on our vinyl then bought bounce off ebay i m sick of head raps they meditate on rhymes swing lead bats to elevate they minds get back emcees ain t fucking righteous craig mack ain t never got his meat lumped like this i m doin damage damage damage damage damage damage destruction motherfucker say what something s got to give something s got to give something s got to give arrrrrggghhhhhhh  i am a nightmare walkin psychopath stalkin natalie portman with a blank tape in my walkman talkin to myself over instrumental cassettes the essential steps of having graphic telepathic mental sex mind fuck me or get the hell off of my head case suck it up or spit it out how s that medicated bed taste i replaced the sheets i love ripping off pillow cases breaking teeth shoving lip gloss in your little faces like that do you like that if you had hands attached to your arms would you fight back i hijacked your daughter s school bus dismantled ridiculous religions that supply gods that you trust whose plush style of living and senseless spending is eh heh heh heh ending sage francis manages bandages on cancerous mannequins standing in pajamas with bananas and candid cameras damage you know what i m saying yeah do it with me come on y all you know the dance smile for me paint your face and dance paint your face and dance this music s got abusive roots fists hit my face on rough nights you think bruises are cute but trick you ain t my blood type some strike the wrong nerve others write with strong words verbally inept except when subjects are expected preconceived conversation styles that small talk shit was written kid caught me watch me freestyle this bowel movement you won t hear no ohs or ahs when i choose to use no vowels stupid thought i was kidding when i wasn t bitch shit is hot plumbers unclog my toilet wearing oven mitts your mommy thinks i m dope there s no pretending i m not put hockey sticks in your throat from the penalty box enemies jock while their girl shows athletic support having sex for the sport of it on basketball courts maintaining my composure when game night is over and i don t strike a pose i strike a poser doin damage i m doin damage damage damage damage damage damage destruction motherfucker say what something s got to give something s got to give something s got to give arrrrrggghhhhhhh i quickly enter your honey dip strip ends from your money clip joe beats you to death with the shit end of his ugly stick fighting drama queens in the white college scene wiping pockets clean when we make them run their shit like soccer teams after they re chased with an axe half of their face ll collapse you ain t copped it when non prophets dropped bass on wax well i m your typical hip hop political figure but i m not left wing or right wing i m the middle finger and joe s a sick little jaded mind reader who shoots the shit with a nickle plated 9 millimeter when it s time to rock shut the fuck up i never had writer s block and joey s never been in a production slump it s totally worth it now don t listen when they say it s not it always hurts coming down this is my house you don t like it get the fuck off of my rooftop something s got to give something s got to give something s got to give arrrrrggghhhhhhh la la la la la la every chance i do damage comin to your town like some pro wrestler shit talkin to your mom just like this hey lady what s up now yeah 1