Goats Head ​th1rt3en

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]
Please excuse me, baby, but I know I've been gone a long time
It's hard for me to pay these bills (It's pretty hard), it's difficult for me to write these rhymes
But I think a time has come for me to man up
Will the real goat now please stand up?
Hands up (Hands up), hands up (Hands up)

[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
See, rumor has it that I use the F-word a lot
Fuck you, shut the fuck up
And also Scorpios like to F a lot
Screw you, what the fuck?
They can't fuck with the gear or the outer wig
My whole New York steez are fucked outta here
New bars to bang my bear rocks
This year we gon' take it all the way to the top
With an entirely new fucking plan
This year I'ma be the fucking man, huh
Rap circles around your mind, that's profound rap
You shouldn't respond or try to wrap your mind around that
These artists are like mirrors, gross
You all resemble my pupils when I look really close
They pop pills and use syrup
I use syrup to pill, pickpockets and pop toast and I
Cut the goat's head off and show the planet
Cut the goat's head off and view it panoramic
Cut the goat's head off, set off a whole new topic
About the top-five anti-satanic