Mr. Firestarter, just assigned in office/
Iron horses pulling forces of the drying sources/
Mr. Trying Harder, shit I tried my hardest/
If I can't live a hero, fuck it, I'ma die a martyr/
Mr. Striving Artist, Mr. Diabolic/
Sold his soul to the unknown powers beyond this/
I'm lying, honest, I just signed my heart off/
To the bosses of the game and I lost my conscience/
Screaming suck my line of sausage rather often/
Magic Johnson kind of sick, you can't aid my shit, awesome/
With the constant fits, failure fuels my rocket ship/
I crash and crash but even the day I blast, I am not to quit/
Talking shit where the goblins is I will bomb your bridge, kamikaze shit/
That vomitspit got taught to me quick, barred off, now I'm locked up in it/
No matter what fucking topic it is, believe me I do not give a shit/
Too busy thinking of ways to be dominant, get off of this/

Mr. Always Passive, Mr. Call Me Back If/
You like my tracks, but now rap is a common practice/
Mr. Pompous Ass kiss, I want to stomp your ass, kid/
You on the internet spamming tracks of obnoxious wackness/
Mr. Thong and Asses, mr. Bong and hashes/
Mr. I Don't Give A Fuck In All My Songs and Adlibs/
Mr. Dropping Acid, Mr. Shlong is Massive/
Find some substance when you does this, you're talking to masses/
I can't imagine what would happen if I had that type of power/
Write for hours, send a message from radio towers/
All we have is that 2Chain bitch and that Riff Raff cracker/
Tyga, Future, Wiz Khaf yapping, fuck all of these bitchass rappers/
Hate this generation and the music that they listen to/
Attitudes they develop, ideologies that isn't you/
Influenced too easy by the media with different views/
Ask rappers for lyrics and a bio, question which is true/

Mr. Make A Difference, Mr. Take a mission/
Mr. I don't want be here so I'll fake a sickness/
I'm in the same position, Mr. Use Excuses/
Mr. Lone Wolf cause fuck having a crew, it's useless/
Mr. You can do it! Mr. Optimistic/
Mr. Stop and listen to me cus I'm dropping wisdom/
Mr. Rarely will you find me out doing shows/
Baby steps to Nirvana, in utero/
Mr. Nevermind, Mr. Just forget it/
Get up in it, critic, find that there's some wit within it/
Split decision gambling, rambling with the slick percentage/
Thicker sentence structure, just fucking up all your tricks and bizness/
Mr. Paragraph, mr. Larynx blast/
Mr. Scream so much that it is tearing bad/
And it's fair the fact I'm Mr. Talk Too Much/
I'll show these whisperers Mr. Walk without a crutch/