Excuse My Mood Lyrics

excuse my mood, my n****, but i feel a bit decepticon
i'm steppin on buffalo t***s one step beyond
nobody knows how i go, eating bread til dawn
shiver me timbers, show simba how to catch a fawn
actual size, rappin for fries, nobody fresher
spherical cones hearing my poems ottoman dresser
look at the eyeballs, routers got firewalls
when MCI calls, they're gettin my b****

excuse my mood, n**** excuse my mood, n****
excuse my mood, n**** excuse my mood, n****
excuse my mood, n**** excuse my mood, n****
excuse my mood, n**** excuse my mood, n****
sometime I sit and stare at the window
i see the wind blow, and dream of jim crow
times were hard, gettin high cuz i been low
projects are experiments, it's a syndrome

i eat cilantro ridin on top of panthro
i'm the man so d*** slow with my hands yo
the fans are anthro....pologists
trying to body this, study this
but all they get are my b***** fists
excuse my mood, n**** excuse my mood, n****
excuse my mood, n**** excuse my mood, n****
excuse my mood, n**** excuse my mood, n****
excuse my mood, n**** excuse my mood, n****