Little Engine

I trust that everyone is enjoying the musicAs the title of the album suggestsThis was meant for your listening pleasureWhile you are being done inCall this evil intent, like me in a limo (yeah)Like the shade in these windowsSmoke gray, ladies go mentalBut no way they can see in though (nah)OJ blade is a pencil (yeah)Propane takin' my craniumCode-name Titanium TempleI almost swallowed my carI call my Mercedes a BenzoBitch, I ball like a babyBall like J, but not Jay as inJay-Z, J as in Leno'Cause I got a huge mansionNo, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannonToo scandalous, Sue AtkinsThe kinda crazy you can't fixI'm still the one your parents hateI'm in your house eatin' carrot-cakeWhile I sit there and wait and I marinateI'm irritated, you 'bout to meet a scary fateAnd come home to find yourself starin' straightInto a fuckin' barrel like Sharon TateRaise the concerto while I narrateYeah, you be on the straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shapeI be on a higher plane in aerospaceWith so much leg-room and air space on this airplaneUnlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircaseNow, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin goneI'm losin' controlHeroin and blow, Marilyn MonroeOverd-d-doseTime to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endoLike a win-windowLittle engine gone, little engineI am the top-selling, who cares?Stop dwelling, then stop yellingI'm not yelling, you're yellingSmart-aleck, goddammitFuck is that? Stop hammering (Goddamn)That's what it sounds like in my brainMuch as I fight to restrainI have the right to remain violentAny rhyme that I say can and will be used against youIcicle veins, mics will get slainLife, it will strangle you with bicycle chainsYou're gonna have to come identify the remains, wait, what?I said my head is twisted like a red tie (yup)Can't get a fuckin' word in, edgewise (shut up)Success overnight like a red eye (bitch)Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the WestsideI'm hot dog, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at MeijersAnd the appliances like washers and dryersChick ran up like, "Marshall, on fire"I looked down and said, "No, I'm not, you're a liar"She said, "No, your music"Heard you're back with the Dr. and I heardNow, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin goneI'm losin' controlHeroin and blow, Marilyn MonroeOverd-d-doseTime to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endoLike a win-windowLittle engine gone, little engineDr. Dre(Psycho) Psycho, killerMichael (Michael), Thriller (Thriller), my flow, apeshitI go-rillaMy flow (my flow), still a psycho (psycho), killer (killer)(Nitro) Hi ho, SilvaSimiles and idioms giddy upI think I can, I think I canI know I can, psycho I amMichael, my knife go right handIn my left hand, I hold mic standLittle engine goneChicha-chi-chi-chill, I got ze-ze-zero, zero, zip, zip, zilch (yeah)Like Kaepernick, I got kn-kn-kneel, word to Goodwill-willThis must be how bein' hoodrich feelsWas a ghetto boy, now I ball out like Bushwick BillFinna take you out like an outroBruce Wayne and Alfred, look out hoeBlueface meets Albert DeSalvoBalboa with a scalpelScoundrel hound with a mouth full of AlpoNow go, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin goneI'm losin' controlHeroin and blow, Marilyn MonroeOverd-d-doseTime to Ri-Rick-Roll, up the en-endoLike a win-windowLittle engine gone, little engine, go