Ultrasound

So the teacher wants to teach you the fucking alphabet
Well I got a little alphabet of my own, motherfucker
And it goes a little something like this
B is for brain
Cause I’ve got brain damage
I’m deranged, insane
Got cerebrum like a cabbage
H is for honesty
I’m not gonna hide it
The doc gave me some Prozac
Cause my life is undecided
R is for relationships
And mine are non-existent
Cause my friends and my women?
I like to keep them distant
S is for solitude
I live in isolation
Building beats, cooking treats
Making waves like radiation
My sound travels through the walls
Beats drop like waterfalls
Stand tall, never fall
Razor blades and shopping malls
Suicide, DJ’s died
Cut like vinyl, Super Fly
Time to die, close my eyes
All I want is for my sound
To multiply
(They're only gonna multiply)
To multiply
My sound
To multiply
(They're only gonna multiply)
I hope you learned your times tables, beeyatch!
D is for death
Because death is certain
Even free houses sometimes
Have to close the curtain
G is for glory
Cause my fate will be gory
If I do a Kurt Cobain
To leave behind my story
N is for «Notorious»
From England to Mauritius
Biggie Smalls, number one
It’s a shame he’s now fictitious
Z is for zoo
It’s where I belong
Cause my life is like a prison
With the music industry looking on
My sound travels through the walls
Beats drop like waterfalls
Stand tall, never fall
Razor blades and shopping malls
Suicide, DJ’s died
Cut like vinyl, Super Fly
Time to die, close my eyes
All I want is for my sound
To multiply
(They're only gonna multiply)
To multiply
My sound
To multiply
(They're only gonna multiply)
(They're getting bigger!)
(They're getting bigger!)
(They're getting bigger!)
(They're… they’re getting big!)
(They're growing!)
My sound travels through the walls
Beats drop like waterfalls
Stand tall, never fall
Razor blades and shopping malls
Suicide, DJ’s died
Cut like vinyl, Super Fly
Time to die, close my eyes
All I want is for my sound
To multiply
(They're only gonna multiply)
To multiply
My sound
To multiply
(They're only gonna multiply)
(Spoken)
I know my ABC’s, b*tch!