Verse 1:
He Was Told He Was The DOPEST/ A Closet CLAUSTROPHOBIC/ LOCKED// In A BOX// And Couldn't Get It OPEN/ Antiquated, Still Sounding Like His OLD SHIT/ DROPPED// Into An Anaphylactic SHOCK// Started COMATOSING/ He Reached For His Epinephrine DOSAGE/ His Life Flashed Before His Eyes In That MOMENT/ His Throat SWOLLEN/ Constricted As The Effect SOAKED IN/ He Began CHOKING/ But The Neighbours, They Didn't Seem To NOTICE/ When HE Was YOUNGER/ He Would SPEAK With THUNDER/ He Stood Upside DOWN// From The GROUND// That He's Now Buried UNDER/ With Concern His Parents Would WONDER/ If He Would Become A Success Or A BLUNDER/ If He Would Achieve His Potential Or Crash ASUNDER/ I Guess That's A Matter Of PERSPECTIVE/ Because He Born ACCEPTED/ As The Voice Of A Generation By The COLLECTIVE/ Parents OVERPROTECTIVE/ Because He Was EPILEPTIC/ But He Was An ECLECTIC/ DEFECTIVE/ Who Could Satisfy The Most SELECTIVE/ SKEPTIC/
Verse 2:
A TORTURED GENIUS/ He'd Pluck At Your Heart Strings Like An AWKWARD SEAMSTRESS/ Connecting With The Youth Because He Would TALK Through SPEAKERS/ Unhealthy Obsession With A MORBID CLEANNESS/ A Puppet To Some, Rag Dolled By These FORTUNE SEEKERS/ Left His ORCHARDS LEAFLESS/ Branded On A Pair Of AWFUL SNEAKERS/ Shipped To The STORES IN EASTER/ The Consumer Response Was OFF The METER/ He Would TORCH The CHEEBA/ After A Freak Accident Had SCORCHED His FEATURES/ But It Doesn't Matter Anymore Because Now He WALKS With JESUS/ Rasp Voice Made The CHORUS DEEPER/// Whistling With A LOOSE TOOTH/ When He SPILT, MAD CHILLS// Kept Rhyming Like His USED TO/ He STILL HAD SKILLS// Was Never Into The WHOSE WHO/ But He Could KILL AT WILL// Studying With The Dog In The Basement Like BLUE'S CLUES/ He Would SWILL His FILL// As His Dependence To BOOZE GREW/ An Unexpected Split Was The Cause For His BEMUSED VIEWS/ Long After Life Had LOST ITS THRILLS// POPPING PILLS// He Died ALONE/// At HOME/// Surrounded By A Swarming Circus Of NEWS CREWS/
Verse 3:
With His SILENT ANGER/ He'd COMPILE// With STYLE// A VIOLENT BANGER/ Heard Reciting Classic Verses At His Private ISLAND HANGAR/ When The CRITICS// INSISTED// It's TIME To HANG UP/ He Only Switched His RHYMING SLANG UP/ Became As Aggressive As A FLYING SPANNER/ All His Closest Friends Were RAISED Without FATHERS/ So He Felt The STRANGEST Of CALMNESS/ With His Dad His Heart REARRANGING It's ARMOUR/ He Felt Like ESCAPING NIRVANA/ Because He Was Tired Of TAMING The PIRANHAS/ Who Keep PREYING UPON US/ Felt He Was SAVING The HONEST/ He Kept AT IT/ Like Multiple Hacks From A Bloody HATCHET/ He Had An AMAZING HABIT/ Of Producing A CREATIVE RACKET/ Sampled Garbage CAN LIDS// Used Fish Lens CAMERAS// His Last Album Was Self-Titled "The MAVERICK"/ They Said He Was NEVER The SAME/ When Sales Dropped Down To Only TEN PERCENT Of Their AIM/ He Was Told It Was The END Of HIS REIGN/ It's A SHAME/ Because He Died And They MADE/ More Off His NAME/ Than He Had Ever Been PAID/ His Memory Became A Book And Then Adapted Into A GAME/