Damn, I think i'm losing it
I don't know whichj one of me be rapping these hits,
Is it Double-A-Ron
Rocking with T-Bone, and Chronic-P Pennellieum
Or...
Rap it up, get down with a loner
You'd better recognize the man, Blart Bloner
I am a mother fucker ass
I like to smoke the grass
Getting down with my bitches across the universe
Oh, my god, I think I got the curse
I've already lost my mind
My alter-ego is the one thats unkind
I ain't afraid, i'm not a pussy cat
You really don't expect me to believe all that
I'm hardcore like Eminem
I hate REM
I'm not asleep, i'm wide awake
Smoking all that shit, was a big mistake
I think I have an identity crisis
Rob a bank, steal the orb of isis
From here on out, this side of me be taken' over
Freakzilla, futuristic land rover
The ladies in the back of my jeep
Letting lose all my little soliders seep
So that I may have a futuristic army
So we can all gang up and kill Barney
I fuckin' hate that purple pussy dinosaur
Crown prince of hardcore
Thats not good enough for me chickenwing
Because i'm good enough to be the fucking king
i'm life, i was a two-faced loner
Never forget the name of Blart Bloner