Phobos

I'm so sick, I need a doctor's note to say it on

Somebody get ahold of Dre and get him a piano he can play it on

I'm diagnosed, spit sick, strep throat

Tongue depressed and it's got a trench coat

Like a Columbine kid and it's lobbin' bombs

At everyone in the club while they're takin' shots

I'll take you motherfuckers back to school

Learn to count, middle fingers got two

Got the whole alphabet and still can't do

All the things that I do with an "F" and a "U" oh

MC's easily dismissed, one shot, no aim, just shoot from the hip

I never really was a popular kid