[Intro]
Attention to all units in the area
Be on the lookout
We have an escaped convict
This man is higly dangerous
Last seen wearing a white dress shirt, glasses without a lens, and slicked back hair
Conferences say he goes by the name of uhh
Sir, eh-eb-it-et- Skitzo
Be warned

[Verse 1]
Look, I’m sick of these irrelevant f*cks
I never trust what they do unless it benefits us
They all try to act hard reppin’ weapons and drugs
But they’re so scared to bone that the skeleton runs (Get it?)
My rhymes sharper than an elephant tusk
Girls, self respect, that’s a hell of a drug
Guessin’ daddy wasn’t showin’ you affectionate love
So now you call your man “daddy” to preject that he does (Eww!)
Uh, look, bitch I’m sick of women using me
To get my clout, suckin’ me for opportunities
I can do it fluently, influence what the youth will see
My fluency was key to making music that influenced me
Usually, I stay distant as f*ck
Grippin’ the drum
It’s kickin’ while I’m sippin’ the rum
Spittin’ shit like a lisp on a bitch with her tongue
Tied around my dick’s tip until it’s drippin’ in cum

[Chorus]
Now Skitzo’s Back
You said you wanted this and now you can’t take it back (You can’t take it!)
Because Skitzo’s back
I had to pull him out the closet just to make this track (He made it!)
Now Skitzo’s Back
You said you wanted this and now you can’t take it back (You can’t take it!)
Because Skitzo’s back
I had to pull him out the closet because you made him mad

[Verse 2]
I choose to feast in the elephant graveyard
Even Sway couldn’t sway these artists to take charge
I’m Mufasa, these hyenas will take off
When I, move fasta’ than a Formula Racecar
Wait, move fasta’? I meant I move faster (Sorry!)
Than prayers from the Lord when he’s trying to move pastors
Treat me like a God but them prayers go right past us
So DM me with salt when you see I can move past a
Million other rappers who develop the same songs
High from all the Xans, so they come with some plain bars
I hate to break it to you but I think you should change jobs
‘Cause no one’s f*cking with you, like a straight at a gay bar
Damn, and they gon’ cancel me for that one
I’m a savage when I rap so you can go and grab the hatchet
Slit your wrist and geta bitch to give you spyhillis in Tampa
I been pulling strings for chicks to make a puppet from her tampon
“CHVSE, that’s so gross and unnecessary
I hope you plan to be alone cause you ain’t gettin’ married”
Oh that’s cute, you really think I give a damn?
Bitch I’m the G.O.A.T so f*ck Mary and her Little Lamb

[Chorus]
Now Skitzo’s Back
You said you wanted this and now you can’t take it back (You can’t take it!)
Because Skitzo’s back
I had to pull him out the closet just to make this track (He made it!)
Now Skitzo’s Back
You said you wanted this and now you can’t take it back (You can’t take it!)
Because Skitzo’s back
I had to pull him out the closet because you made him mad

[Verse 1: Mya]
If it ain’y my way, I don’t it
My way is the only way from now on
You about my way cause I’ve been playing the same card game
And they’ve been dealin’ me the same last hand
It really ain’t right when it’s wrong
And this has been goin’ on way too long
I had to come back and set the record straight
If you gone say something, say it to my face

I’m willing to die for what’s right
I’m willing to fight for what’s wrong
I’m willing to take ten steps back from the B.S
That’s why I’ve been gone for so long
I’ve been holding my hand up
Walking at my own pace
And the world hasn’t gave up
So I’m back (so I’m back)
Gonna say it to my face (I’m back)
(Say it) say it to my face (I’m back)
(Say it) say it to my face (I’m back)

[Verse 2: Mya]
Let me tell you what’s been going on
I’ve got myself together and I’m s much stronger
[?] false accusations
Down with the [?]

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
Let me let y’all know something bout me man
(Slim thugga motherf*cker)
I do this for the block I do this for the hood
I do this for the streets keep me good
I do it for the hustler cause I do it for the thugs
I do it for the G’s cause the G’s show me love
I came in the game 17 real loud only thing
On ma mind make my mama proud
Started rockin’ crowds gettin’ dough for show’s
And as the fame rolls den came the hoes
Den came the cloths den came the cars
Next thing I know I’m a ghetto superstar
He come the haters travelin’ by the packs
But never mind them cause uh bitch I’m back
I pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up
So I can gather ma thoughts
(Let’s get high) Mo money mo problems
They say that’s how it is when you live like a boss
(Like a boss) You see I’ve been goin’ on ma grind
For sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off
(Hell no nigga) But if I decide to rhyme no mo rhymes
I’m a still be well off
(Cause bitch I’m back)
A born boss got nothin’ to loose
Still shinin’ in the game got nothin’ to prove
Got rich and independent didn’t need no deal
Had paper before I signed didn’t need no meal
Got hustles on the side ain’t got to rep
And if all else fails I still got the trap
I don’t f*ck with you rappers
Y’all fake to me
I don’t f*ck with y’all majors y’all snakes to me
I don’t care about fame f*ck bein’ a star
Let them take all the pictures just gimme his car
Den gimme his house and his watch and chain
On the bank account, credit cards jock ma name (Thugga)
But I guess one come with the other
So here I go I’m a writin’ rap hustler
I’m too blessed to complain about that
So where I gotta sign? take ya pictures cause bitch I’m back
I pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up
So I can gather ma thoughts
(Let’s get high) Mo money mo problems
They say that’s how it is when you live like a boss
(Like a boss) You see I’ve been goin’ on ma grind
For sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off
(Hell no nigga) But if I decide to rhyme no mo rhymes
I’m a still be well off
(Cause bitch I’m back)
They say stay true for hits no, f*ck it
I’m a gone keep it one-hundred fo the public (that’s right)
I dropped all ready platinum but they only sell gold
And niggas lookin’ at me like I sold ma soul
Cause I’m rappin’ with P and not mister Lee
But when ya on ya grind sometimes ya can’t see
Before Mike Camo Paul the sign
I was at anascope can’t find ma mind
Still dippin’ wooden poppin’ 3 kings just droppin’
And I’m an underground artist tryna get on top
So I listen to ma label, plan to break X and learned a whole lot a game from that
Just stay true ma nigga and do you
And f*ck what another try to tell you to do
They’ll tell you to spit backs they can bump in them lexis
And oh yeah this a train track. bitch I’m back
I pour up a cup fill the swisha with good and fire it up
So I can gather ma thoughts
(Let’s get high) Mo money mo problems
They say that’s how it is when you live like a boss
(Like a boss) You see I’ve been goin’ on ma grind
For sometimes and the streets thought a nigga fell off
(Hell na nigga) But if I decide to rhyme no mo rhymes
I’m a still be well off
(Cause bitch I’m back)