Why the long face What a small space What a boldface Liiiiee I been circling this cirlce for three days Spiees still alive with blood on its face Keep on the strugglin artist, to see who goes the farthest One more orange in my mail box i might just kill a starlet I been bargainin with nothin Been trenchin my apartemnt The crest is set to harvest My marxist heart is startin If i have to ride the three again, i'll get it good If i had to blow my brains out, i think i would Cops lookin at my tabs, that shit aint expired yet i still got till april So does my check If you think that checks comin you're dumb as rocks I aint never had this much free time in my life And you all know it too