Me, myself and I

You have to grab a ladder if you want to track the patterns

Smashing like jack-o-lanterns when snapping like rap cadavers

All my favorite rappers are dead, not that it matters

The souls still live in my thoughts, I straight shatter bastards

The rapping Casper on track dispatch disasters faster

The crackers back with the masters, captions get added after

These backwards actors are wacker than Badgers mixed with Packers

I'm the rappin' Eric Clapton with the Stratocaster

Facts of the matter, broken down into particles

Put me in your articles or I'll shut down the carnival

I got a heart of gold, classic like I'm Mario