Onions Make Me Sad

I never apologize when I say shit I shouldnt have

Doing basic math, counting up with my second hand

Sufferin Succotash, you suck, would you look at that

If you a chef cookin raps, its all under cooked

Make it understood, my life is not a open book

Call me Eddie Ogden, I make a million when I cook

This aint a Disney channel movie, but I swear Im on the Brink

You on thin ice, Im comin for them Cuban Linx

with Mark Cuban havin drinks in a residential suite

Bumpin Creed, talkin bout when they beat the Heat

When I was 13, I Would read and beat my meat

Got a job when I was 16, all I did was beat my meat

But not at work, though I never went to church

My favorite rappers are Murs, Fred Durst, and Big Lurch

Treat these women like a google search

Get what I need and keep it movin

I just gotta keep improvin cause success is whats ensuing

Do a lot like Dr Dre, you Eddie Murphy doin little

I can tell you bout this life, Im like Malcom in the middle

In Seattle smokin kush, with Marshawn eatin skittles

90 feet from home like a Ichiro triple

Too bad you didnt make cause a stray bullet hit you

Eyeballs dugout from the autopsy

Pop out like Popeye, catchin pop flys from your poppy

Playin hockey with Ricky Bobby as we do the Icky Shuffle

Undefeated on the season, take yo money, make it double