Yeah, they said Alfred Hitchcock was the theme on every song
So when I get diabolical, just know I had a cause
I've been plotting my revenge on all the men who did me wrong
All the money that they stole, lot of people that they harmed
I had managers who played me like a ukulele
Luke was just a baby, but he grew up, now he's capable and strong
$20 ,000 check stolen from me while I had an empty tummy
I was hungry, gave my money to a shark Now I ride around on empty when I'm driving
in my car Pinching pennies, I'm not thriving, I'm surviving
off of art Bought a verse from Crooked Eye when I was
19 But when I wouldn't resign to my manager
that manager stole the song Had no cash to get a lawyer, so I walked away
a pawn I've been used, straight abused by this industry
Y 'all threw me to the dogs, I won't be here very long
I'ma get a couple million for my mama, then I'm outta here, I'm gone
Uh, yeah, shit is absurd, right?
m****r f****r wanna talk that talk, but never had to work nights while you was sleeping
I hurt mice, you wonder why I'm striking with the venom
Quicker than a cobra hiding in the meadow I was really mellow till they started fucking
up with the kid Again, I gotta push the pedal, then I put
the pen up to the instrument I'm leaving when I'm in a leave
And a bitter fellow, I push through it Make a pussy go, look stupid
Little bitch, you ain't gonna do shit
Ah, I'm all in as I'm sprawling my poker chips on the table
My career will either fall like the Soviets or be as baller as Kobe's was
I never chose the chosen one, but when you got the powers
I Obi -Wan, you either become Kenobi or someone who never rose to the level
I go to bust you Baby Yodas are not old enough to hold up
a loaded gun, let alone pick a bone with a Doberman
I'll break you open like a coconut, expose your guts, then crush them like solo cups
The show is now over, folks, please get home before the lyrical overload
Between M and I gives you a stroke, and then you die
Ha, rest in peace
