Book of Rhymes (Explicit)

I don't smile I don't frown get too up or get too down
Nah
I was here so were you you came and went I stuck around
Yeah
Still here now stop me how
Your opinion's like a broken calculator
That s**t doesn't count
Shut your motherf**kin' mouth
I'm emptyin'
I'm emptyin'
My book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin'
I'm emptyin'
My book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad
Yeah
Every thought that I had
Haven't used all the tricks I have
So like my balls I'm in my bag
My bag
Get a little testе when I'm mad
I'm mad
Sick of wrestling this iPad
IPad
Unsuccessfully I might add
And I know it's best to leave it lie
But even I get obsessed with reading everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I snap
'Til I snap
But I need to get off the internet
Get off the internet
I need to get on the mic
Get on the mic
You need to get off the internet
Internet
You need to get you a life
Why you waste time just to comment on s**t
Comment on s**t
Especially s**t you don't like
S**t you don't like
Don't like it don't listen
But don't tell me 'bout your favorite rapper rippin' some s**t he didn't write
S**t he didn't write
What happened to Slim
He was no cap with the pen
He used to rap like the people his music was for
He was exactly like them
The dude who used to be poor why can't he tap into him
Can't use that excuse anymore
He's mad at the wind he's in a nuclear war
With a cloud he's yellin' at it again
I talked to your mother she told me she loved me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me she showed me the Dougie
Can I get a witness like notary public
Preach
She said "Kick some fly s**t"
Fly s**t
I said "I got wings on my a*s"
Wings on my a*s
Told her my d**k's a cockpit
D**k's a cockpit
I fly by the seat of my pants
Seat of my pants
Sinful thoughts this beat is crazy this s**t's retarded
This instru's mental
This instru's mental
To mini-bars incidental charges
When did it start
I been cold-hearted in this heart since kindergarten
Mental sharpness which makes Slim a walking dentist office
B***h I invented flossin'
Yeah I used to wonder
I used to wonder
Where my next meal's gonna come from
Meal's gonna come from
Now I just wonder
Now I just wonder
Where my next mill's gonna come from
Mill's gonna come from
I cannot have no success
Have no success
Unless when I finally make it
Finally make it
I get to remind all the haters
Remind all the haters
Who s**tted on me when I'm on my way up
I'm on my way
My floor is y'all fool's ceilings
If I was you I would step or find yourself twisted
That's how you'll wind up like spiral stairs
I will swear on a stack of Bibles
I will tear new behinds out of rivals even your idols I don't care
It's Music to Be Murdered By
So Bon Iver can swallow a f**kin' Ja Rule bobblehead
And die slow like Alzheimer's
Ha-ha
Lone sniper I hold a microphone like a loaded rifle
My dome's brighter all I spit from my skull's fire
All that's missing's a motorcycle with the chrome wires spoke tires
And y'all are flow biters so I don't gotta
Explain why they call me your ghostwriter
I'm emptyin'
I'm emptyin'
My book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
I said I'm emptyin'
I'm emptyin'
My book of rhymes
My book of rhymes
Get 'em all off my pad every thought that I had
Illa
Haven't used all the tricks I have
So like my balls it's in my bag
I tend to get a little testy when I'm mad
But gift of gab and pen to pad turn temper tantrums into anthems
Put lips to a*s and kiss the cracks spit your d**nedest
You're still gonna hit the canvas
Rippin' rappers veterans to whippersnappers
Mr. Mathers is killin' this s**t villainous wit with scant less
Syllables rip the planet biblical s**t's fittin' to hit the fan
Anybody wanna go tit for tat's gonna get hit with that
Then the amygdala hippocampus is gonna trigger the ignoramus
To think of the most ridiculous s**t to spit then
Pit it against these pitiful rappers
Insidious these idiots wittiest s**t against me s**tty as MC Hammer's
Get your whole squad send a task force in
If you want it you're 'bout to get what you asked for then
Put your helmet on strap your chin
You're 'bout to get you a crash course in
Who not to start a motherf**kin' rap war with
Or to go against f**k would you wanna do that for
No offense but are you retards slow or dense
A f**kin' penny has more sense
Yeah now you gotta get killed but it's not a big deal
But every thought is so ill
And so methodical thought I swallowed a pill
I'm starting to feel like I'm an automobile
With Barnacle Bill inside the car at the wheel
Inside a carnival 'cause I'm plowin' into everyone who wrote snidey articles
And that explains why the f**k you clowns are all in my grill
Joy and pain fortune fame torture shame choice I made
Swore someday the world would pay less to lose
More to gain daughters raised
Yesterday glory days adored and praised ignored the hate
Addressed the fake toured with Dre tore a page from Jordan came
Destroyed the game before you came enjoy your stay
Before it's gone away
But the more you claim that you're gonna point and aim
If it joined a gang your s**t isn't going to bang
You're just boring lame and more of the same
You have an enormous chain but a stormless brain
The most you can form is rain
Your s**t is pointless same as a scoreless game
So b***h quit lyin' you're denyin' like Mr. Porter's name
Borderline bipolar disorder since my stroller
Eyes rollin' back in my skull like Eli Porter
Fire mortar
Brr
Rounds Ayatollah every iota I load up
I owe to my motor mouth
This is my note to self
Sometimes you're gonna bomb
So you just might have to blow yourself up with no one's help
I just wrote it down in my book of rhymes
Preemo take us out
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes my book of rhymes
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside
Writin' in my book of rhymes
My book of rhymes my book of rhymes
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm eastside