[Verse 1: Possessed]
Let's have it, phlegmatic
Give life to words; resurrect a dead language
I smack fire out your lantern jaw
Death addict, tried it once; kept coming back for more
Man with the Midas touch, I size em up
Made plagiarists bite the dust (trust)
Cold-blooded icy one, the balls in our court
You warm the bench like the presiding judge
Dr Manhattan, jump the bandwagon
On a kamikaze mission, over the Grand Canyon
Dark magician, lungs inflate to the size of airbags when I'm in car collisions
Reach legendary status, forget Air Max
Wear bear traps on my feet instead of trainers
Mental patients is a virtue
Lost the plot, Dr Scott: prepping my medication

Chorus:
Mr. Wrong, Mr. Gone In The Head
Spitting this from my hospital bed x4

[Verse 2: Lee Scott]
Don't make me mud-stomp this planet flat
Over the top like Nicolas Cage in a rage and I don’t have to act
I’m the anvil that broke the camel’s back
Jolly like a happy slap, telling jokes like what the fuck you laughing at?
That’s the same shit that got Larry whacked
I’m not a gangster I just make gangster rap
In an anorak, spotting trains, practicing me verses loudly
I don’t accidentally murder proudly
I’m a nerdy wordy alchy I like pimping bitches
And selling drugs but I much prefer observing algae
Flocks of birds around me cutting coke
I love them but I left my heart on the sleeve of my other coat
So, that was just a joke, ho!
Killing it, fell off like ten years ago an I’m still the shit
My long term plan; be in this for the long run
And err, I’m finished but I’m not done