breath and imma squezze til theres nothing fuckin left before you go u gunna know that you've seen a fiend on the microphone, imma microphone fiend
I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the tracks well I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back and in the end, you know a dope fiend ain
fiend Misery by the fiend Misery by the fiend Misery by the fiend Society is pointless Misery by the fiend Misery by the fiend Misery by the fiend Misery
I peek into the hole, I struggle for control The children love the show But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
I dropped out of the old school I got kicked out of the new school I got drunk with some girls from the local art school Got caught painting on a wall
I go by Weezy F. B., that's who I be You don't wanna lose me like new I.D. I beat up the track like the new Ali And leave an eye black and blue and green
Once again it's the sinister cynical minister Shady Kryptonite to Superman he's a dentist to Amy Administer of the pain Just finished huffin the paint
Fuckin feeling good Right now I feel like shit This fiend is taking over And demanding all control I've got to make a stand Before it crucifies my soul Fiend, Fiend, Fiend
God never blessed me Here's what you'll find next time you undress me Scars Wounds I'm bruised Watch me bleed I'm your beauty Watch me bleed Beauty fiend
Where is this fiend you are denying What is this tool you've been in distant lands With frigid eyes some one can see you Your inner self, that you
away from this It keeps calling me I can't get myself out of it I keep falling Your scent enlivens me And you've made me bad Cause you made me your fiend
fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend The microphone fiend The mic The microphone fiend The mic The microphone fiend The mic The microphone fiend
go and what you do I'm a fiend for you All day I wonder where you are Girl you know you got my heart I can't stop baby I'm a fiend for you All day [
won't weigh me down Carving this space Never count me out I can't get it out Can't put it together I should have known better Than to turn into this Fiend
lust The need to drain you dry My lips pressed to your laceration See death in my eyes Thirsting Drinking Fading is your thinking I fiend for your blood
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like
yourself Hating yourself You came first into mind Known to feel unkind Blind by what we're showing Known to feel unkind Violet pretty, show your face You're always fiending
Humanity rising, life depriving Mankind decline Black humor falls in place Evolve in catalog, prey of progress Self evolution contribution Retribution