Demolition Man

[Hook: Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]
Yo... fuck the industry, fuck NYC
Fuck these A&R's, fuck the world
Fuck your mixtape, fuck your album
Fuck your movement, I fucked your girl
This is the answer, show me only questions
That niggas crazy, who could it be?
Fuck your suggestions, fuck all the questions
This is the answer, don't worry 'bout me

[Verse]
I got my flow in '98, we used to get jiggy
In south beach, sit in cars cabs and getting wet willies
Shut the spot down, till I flew up
Chicken strips and french fries mixed with a little guts
Yeah I'mma little nuts, they got me sinking
Drowning in my regrets, some suicidal visions
I'm paranoid, and I'm hearing noises
Can't understand how son of Sam enjoy this
This girl is underhanded, poisonous
All for the love of the cake
These bitches like ankle weights on a paper chase
Never will I stop, will I chill, will I slow my pace?
Stare death in the face
You ain't get the memo? bitch I'm the shit
In case you didn't know this, niggas don't call me true no more
I'm Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire

[Hook]