The devil's Overdraft

They think they're sick,
But they're puke,

And if they're slick,
Then I'm smooth,

When the shit hits the fan,
These pricks are gona' stick to the roof,

But I'll be climbing the building,
outside,
Like Spiderman, killing, all the flies inside'a my web and then I will be chillin',

They think they're kings,
But they're peasants,

They need a beamer or Bentley,
And if a benz don't make amends,
They're self-esteem must be dented,

The probable reasons are many,
So pop a couple e's and be merry,

I put the devil on a level,
'Coz I'm evil and scary,

My fucking demons are heavy,

You couldn't hold what I carry,

Stephen, King of these bars,
I'll have you acting like carrie,

You have no passion,
Your a parrot in the rap cemetary,

I'll put my anger into practice just for the action,
Don't dare me,

I'm gaining static,
The pavements cracking,
You don't have to come near me,

It's like I'm antimatter,
As a matter of fact I'm anti-coherent,

Smoking on antidepressants,

Noble but passive aggressive,

And I'm getting close to the edge,
Don't nobody have no suggestions,

I'll show you madness,
I'm stressing, 'coz they don't have the recession,

And if you think that's just a line,
I'll take you back for a second, 

They fucked the tax,

They took the cash,

They took no slack,

Didn't put it back,

Thier 'cribs' are phat,

And nobody lost thier jobs,

Tell me that ain't deception,

Now the direction we're headed,
Is global depression,
I said it....
....Because the politics are killing it,

No-one questions thier credit.