Every dime i've spent was on credit, nigga my debt is up
Shit is bubblin between me and Chase - that shit is Seven Up
Gone for too long but i've stayed hot; guess I didn't sweat enough
Niggas on them sidelines be praying that I go belly up
But I'm back
Wow them miracles they never cease
Returned from being deceased… not buried six but um seven feet
Deep
Them niggas not addressing me
Not likely, because I never hear my moniker
Its Last Offence… Fuck you all! Fuck everyone -- that's a passion pit
Time to move on from simply rapping bout a nutsack and dick
The absurdity
I laugh at it
Any list where i'm not number one, that's simply half the list
I was told to undress; had to haggle to keep the hat and shit
Management wanted me to be a woman wearing Mac on lips
Ya'll know that's a Manolo slingback that I just cannot fit
"But don't you want this Money?
you have no pot or a can to piss…"

LastO Barcelon
Fuck the image could do this shit with just bars alone
Content with bargain clothes, bargain cars, nigga bargain homes
Cowabunga -- I'll party on
Yuck

Ya'll almost let Republicans
just snatch this shit up
Offer up your only butt to get fucked in
Sick of faggots whining
Boy had Mitt got in…
Ya'll would really hear me huffing, poutin, puffin then
Between my head and Fox news
Shit all they fucking do...both of them.... just fuckin spin
Tackle the issues but only do it briefly; they'll delete me
Every CD they own of mine and mp3
Boiler room -- the pressure's on
All them status quos I've ignored
All these industry toes that i keep on stepping on
Saint Louis own
Ice cold nigga: a scoop, a cone
Shelter from this flood of that BS that they be raining on you: a super dome
Nevermind bout the bragging -- go'on let me toot my horn
Which rapper friends do you mean? My crew is gone...
Am I better off or worse for it?
I pleads the fifth I never comment on it
Just carry this pail of this dust that I pay it and pile it on it
This here is real rap, it sounds nothing like there's no Miley on it; no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry singing, whining on it
Almost might've retired; just recently decided against it
Posing for pictures beside niggas I hate and smiling on it
Can't tell me 2009's really my final shining moment
Might as well stick a knife in my side, twist it, Hold it
Can't be crying like
babies wearing no diapers
Potty train; control shit
Take a moment
LO breathe and don't flip.

Cause it's gon be alright
Barcelon
Fuck the hinderance
Barcelon
You could do this shit with simply bars alone