Got to rapping while high.

[Punchline]

I think too much, you speak too much.
Fat people sweat cos they eat too much.
Whenever they eat they Tweet, so they Tweet too much.
I don't give a f*ck what you eat for lunch.

These Noobs get excited shouting hashtags and jumping.
Asking me to follow you like you was Lassie or something.
I don't wanna hear you beg a million others.
To become another one of all your meaningless numbers.

I don't give a sh*t if you don't like the rain.
I wanna hear that you slipped and your balls are in pain.
Or that Jesus is gay.
F*ck Jesus. I'm God and a beast in the brain.

I put the flow into follow. Fill a killer with pain.
Fill a river with a blood, sweat, and crack cocaine.
I Tweet sh*t with more sh*t. I Tweet Lasers.
I Tweet about my trainers. Supra Vaiders.
I Tweet about Jedi mind tricks and light sabers.
I try not to Tweet about killing all my neighbours.

Somebody get this guy a straight jacket, immediately.
He told me he wanted to shoot me and start eating me.
He keeps calling my phone and he won't stop Tweeting me.
He's standing at my door and he's breathing eagerly.

Quickly, somebody start me a fan page.
My rap is tight like anacondas with mad rage.
Nothing I say is true, I only Tweet sh*t that will p*ss you off.
If that's true, this whole f*cking rap is a paradox.

[KRIM_TACTIKS]

"My rap is tight like anacondas with mad rage." I laughed at that shit, good stuff!