I Come Through Crazy

I come through crazy./ I have twenty babies./ And they all different races./ So you know I'm not a racist./ They know me, man, Tops One./ And I spit flows, but I aint got guns./ Bitch, I got love in my heart to give,/ but not enough money for all these kids./ I'm about to paint my face like a juggalo./ In a four door bucket hoopty/

parked outside my bungalow./ I used to think I was so dynamic/

watching the T.V. static./ I'm dissing all the kids from my highschool/

because you're all too aware of the demons inside you./ I'll ninja kick any motherfucker/ who tries to fuck with this or diss./