text: Its the chokehold, 
  You cant pass me, the man in the middle
   bridges that lead to the things I belittle, like happiness and rainbows and bunnies and Skittles
  I dont wanna kill you, but I gotta, because everything is a fuckin 
  All of these rappers, people look up to you, think its the truth, nada
  I dont really wanna marijuana, 
  You really need a job, go work at Benihanas
   to be honest
  I swear to god I dont think I even rap
  This is just the thoughts inside my head when Im mad
   floodwaters raisin