Intro

Fear the Failure [echo]
[laughter] You scared yet?
Ma'fucka, I'm Crazy! [echo x4]
Chea [x4]


Verse

I can't wait - them Jitters, I Can't Shake 'Em
I can't Run with haters or Outpace 'Em 'cause they just Hang On, they ain't Breaking My Stride but dammit if I ain't losing my edge, changing my mind like, "Uh!"
Maybe I ain't got the talent [Uhn!]
Maybe I ain't got the opportunity or fortitude to stand with these wack ass, rat ass, jackasses, waiting to back stab Blakk Majik during my Damn Hat Trick, Lawd!
I Pray To God, "Let a nigga just approach wrong," I put 'em in Fall in the Winter, them Snow Bunnies still call him a winner - my Call of Duty is Shoot...Nukes Off at All The Beginners, look
I Keep A Tail so I Show My Ass, them new kicks made me blow my cash...don't step on 'em
I got a Head like a Fire Crotch, you Step On His Toes, you gone wind up on Fire Watch
Watch! [echo]


Hook

I'm Crazy! [echo x2]
[growl] I'm Crazy! [echo x2]
You scared yet? The Failure is here, the beast of the belly, the nigga to fear
I'm Crazy! [echo x2]
Hahaaa!
I'm Crazy! [x2]
You scared yet? I will box you, act to hostile - POP you!
Ma'fucka, I'm crazy [echo x4]


Verse

[exhale]
Smoke me a cigarette, nigga. Say you full of that fear? You ain't feel it yet, nigga
Beyond General, I'm STILL A Vet, nigga. Stacking my bread, I ain't seen a Ceilin' YET, nigga [Uh!]
The Half Breed with dreams of seein' mad cream, strapped team Run In Ya House
Like a Crack Fiend, bad teens and ALL of that balderdash - homie rock a
Chip On His Shoulder that I Sport like a Shoulder Pad - known to spazz out, I Ain't Gay. But. Poke His Ass - Roll 'Em Up, treat 'em like the Piff [Uh huh!]
Smoke His Ass
My Blue and Black on, Hat Bang, Soulja Rag - Motor City murder rate top 2, Tow His Ass
I'm in a game with some lames and my hitters go to war when I cock my nina (9)
Surprise, I Kill 'Em with words fluidly, true indeed, homie got
Flow like Aquafina, no Coke Products [echo]