[Verse One: You Seem Angry]
Look it here it‘s Scumbag Stevo
So dumb he thinks he's fixed by a placebo
Ridiculed every place he go
Cause he shows up in a tiny fucking speed-o
He couldn‘t go first cause he really isn‘t neato
Can‘t spit with his tongue pierced with a needle
Don‘t come near me and spray me with your spittle
I'd have to murder you, kill you, and get you lit up

[Verse Two: Scumbag Stevo]
Take a look at me, I could show you how to get it
Push my own weight, you could call it calisthenics
Played the hand I was dealt, and I knew just how to bid it
Sat my ass in jail a couple hundred thousand minutes
Still ahead of my time and y'all just so damn slow
My word paint pictures, my flow Van Gogh
But I'm just tryin kick it like Roshambo
Hottest of the hot, still so damn cold
Goin hard like mahogany
Deep like astronomy
Gettin in her brain, I give that bitch a lobotomy
MOB philosophy
Young rich Socrates
Time to re up, Fillin scripts, payin doctors fees

[Verse Three: You Seem Angry]
You think you are Socrates
You sound worse than a box of bees
You can tell your girl to get on her knees
Too late shes already on my D
My voice is heard from sea to sea
My mind is something you could never conceive
I‘m more than philosophical
You‘ll never get past my cock and balls
This is something you can‘t deceive
Before you‘re embarrassed I suggest you leave