excuse my mood, my nigga, but i feel a bit decepticon
i'm steppin on buffalo turds one step beyond
nobody knows how i go, eating bread til dawn
shiver me timbers, show simba how to catch a fawn
actual size, rappin for fries, nobody fresher
spherical cones hearing my poems ottoman dresser
look at the eyeballs, routers got firewalls
when MCI calls, they're gettin my balls
excuse my mood, nigga excuse my mood, nigga
excuse my mood, nigga excuse my mood, nigga
excuse my mood, nigga excuse my mood, nigga
excuse my mood, nigga excuse my mood, nigga
sometime I sit and stare at the window
i see the wind blow, and dream of jim crow
times were hard, gettin high cuz i been low
projects are experiments, it's a syndrome
i eat cilantro ridin on top of panthro
i'm the man so damn slow with my hands yo
the fans are anthro....pologists
trying to body this, study this
but all they get are my bloody fists
excuse my mood, nigga excuse my mood, nigga
excuse my mood, nigga excuse my mood, nigga
excuse my mood, nigga excuse my mood, nigga
excuse my mood, nigga excuse my mood, nigga
