High on? What'd you say, trick? What am I on?

Two tubes of airplane glue and a can of Krylon

Eatin' a crayon, settin' fire to rayon

Flamin' the nylons of two white lesbians screamin', "Die, blondes"

Strike matches on white patches of dry lawns

And I run and jump right in front of the fire hydrants

Five blunts, and you expect me to die once

With nine lives, fuckin' chickens in front of my blind wives?

Suicidal, my friends tell me to try knives

You wanna mess with a mothafucka who skydives

Out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives?

Doin' drive-bys and miss you with five tries

It's Slim Shady and BET and Big Tigger, all y'all who see me flee