Say It (written)

I'm a quadriplegic tyrannosaurus rex

Who's ran its course to rest, like Randy Orton's neck

Less to be in vain than be the veins of the Mets

Drained of campaigns, but bring up your upset

Love sick, I keep playing games I shouldn't.

Keep saying "keepsakes ain't keeps, slaying all those crooked"

I am the walrus, eating beetles, smoking roaches

I am the wagon, beating beetles, toting riches

Bitch I don't have to rhyme

Just like you don't have to mind

You're own fucking business

But look at that, you're blasting mine

Mine, Mind, Mine, Mind, Mine, Mind...

Don't say it to my face, cause I don't want to see your ass

Don't try to step to me, cause you'll never make the journey

Burn me in a sea of ash, Deceive the past

Seek the flash, but the future's ALL ABOUT ME

You can't even free the mast(es)