Interlude

Drunk or dead, that's the options that an addict bring
You called Police for protection, you were mad at Sting
They stuck a broom up his ass like he's Ab Louim
I'm in sweats and Hanes, killin' you, that's casual T
Sticks and stones never break, except a shattered twig
I'm feeling taller than a rocket, saying Yao to Ming
They said my rap career was over, had it out for me
But when they cop my new shirts, I'll be charging them a doubter's fee, and it's a hound of cheese
I eat rappers breakfast, lunch, and dinner, never gain a calorie
I'm just another mouth to feed
A lot of rappers getting courage, but my dog, you're just cowardly
I said I just picked up an ounce of weed
I'm off Gorilla Glue, Jameson, and Sour D
The taste of whiskey goes down easy with the flower seeds
For everyone that tried to count me out, I'll hire you to count for me