Rest in Peace Brittany Murphy, Heaven aint worthy
They're hating the team but they're lovin’ the jersey
Trapped in a scene were there’s no one as worthy
For that guillotine, blind surgery absurdity
Murder me before I murder again
Said the note on the dresser when I walked in the room
Same thing on the mic, like a witch on a broom
I’m fly with the spit when I murder a pen
Forgot about that, didn’t you? Mere mortals get ridiculed
Pathetic dreams grow up to die in a cubicle
"No matter what they throw up Rae, it aint new to you
No matter what the judges say, it aint beautiful"
Their vision's impaired, so I take ‘em in pairs
Like Noah do, to the opticians and get them a new pair or two
Brand new spectacles, on point like Decimals
They’ve been on my nuts since they were brand new testicles
Swear on The Bible, test my recital, I’m (Edgar Allen Poe-litical)
so lyrical I’m make your grammar go digital
Oh, is it true? They ask if I’m ‘Invincible’
like the animated family, Yes, but no Disney
iller than thou so the flow is so sickenly
Unstoppable, Bruce Banner all obstacles
While I drop a jewel like the Rich irresponsible
Inflamed like a tonsil, my style is so Gonzo
Hunter-esque flow, Fear and loathing in my castle
Drop the drawbridge, duel the swordfish
Laced a track with the Devil, Allah endorsed it
Most high drop a bomb on it, like Nagasaki
Or more like humbler abode of an Iraqi
Hands on my nuts is why I’m spitting so cocky
They tryna amp me up like the theme song from ‘Rocky’
But I’m tryna ante up like The Mash-Out Posse
For a ‘Lil Fame’ I’ll probably Danze but sadly
I just wanna close my eyes and never wake up
Let the waves wash away my sad clown make-up
Fall in love again just to experience a break-up
Procrastination’s just another hobby that I take up
Masturbation’s just a solitary lover’s hiccup
On the long road to being slain in a stick-up
Prrrrrrrrrr Stick Up..What –What – What, Stick ‘em
Why Why Why should I play the victim?
I’m trapped in a First-Person Shooter
No Avenue for my roots to Manuva
No gratitude for the hearts I Bazooka
In my quest to retrieve the white flag for my ruler
The horns of Capricorn point where I belong
Feeling betrayed and scorned, seeing what I’ve become
A mere reflection of the man in the looking glass
Steered by the maiden with the fine fly looking ass
With the ability to look beyond my flaws
Without the elevator she said “I’m all yours”
Please hold the door the last thing I saw
Disappointment in her eyes as her jaw dropped in awe
Please hold the door’s the last thing I saw
Disappointment in her eyes as her jaw dropped in awe

Back to building castles in the sky
And watching good things pass me by
For a reason I can’t deny and can’t disguise
Don’t ask me why
Castles in the sky
Watching good things pass you by
For a reason you can’t deny and cant describe
Don’t ask me why