you'll get all this shit misread,
there's a misplaced else in the line of command
like who's hand is hitting the keys
scribbling this shit on the net to save trees
it's just "me's" - quad, enviromentally friendly,
gently shoving the glock down your throat
sheparding the scape goat, eyes on the escape pod
got through tighter shit than space ghost's clothes
got the dose of prose in my lyrics to get pros from the pro's
my ego dancing around like a loose firemen's hose
god knows there's no force able to put me to silence
so i'll just annoy you to death disregarding the violence
as my sence of self preservation's getting humped by my pacience
i'm getting anxious, snapping from all my extensions...