Grade A Video (MV)

Spittin' fire like a Colt .45 Everybody know it's me when I step through
Cause I am so f*ckin' alive Man, I'm only 16, but people say that I
Look 35 I have more than 35 problems
And if you name something, yeah, it's probably one too, 1-2
Jab and a hook, straight to the temple What the f*ck did you just do
Steppin' to me, you must be coo-coo I am the f*ckin' shit, you are more like
A stain of doo-doo. I'm sorry, that was a bit of a shit line
Never mind, get your arsenals ready It's f*ckin' time
Sippin' on that grade-A Pepsi Max Boy, f*ckin' relax
All I did was call you little bro In reality, I shoulda been-I shoulda been callin' you little
Cousin Musta shattered your already fragile masculinity
Just when you thought it was gonna end An IOSA. song with more than one verse
More than the human mind can comprehend Our father, sometimes I tend
To be a f*ckin' dosser, now preach that to the church
Before I sin, God, I'm sorry, but these rhymes gonna hurt
Sometimes I even blow my own mind like Kurt Cobain
I came to give myself pain, hardcore to my own f*ckin' brain
I am a rabid, barbaric animal that should be put back in its cage, I'm wake.
Sippin' on that grade-A Pepsi Max Does anybody still talk about sugar-free tax
Pure facts gettin' blown like a saxomyphone is goin' dead, boys, I will be back
Don't worry, that was bad on purpose