Role Model — Verse 2

Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole

When we heard a knock at the door, must've been Ron Gold

Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold

Killed them both, then smeared blood on the white Bronco (We did it)

My rap style's warped, I'm runnin' out the morgue

With your dead grandmother's corpse to throw it on your porch

Jumped in a Chickenhawk cartoon with a cape on

And beat up Foghorn Leghorn with an acorn

I'm 'bout as normal as Norman Bates with deformative traits

A premature birth that was four minutes late

Mother, are you there? I love you

I never meant to hit you over the head with that shovel (That shovel)

Will someone please explain to my brain

That I just severed the main vein with a chainsaw and I'm in pain?

I take a breather and sigh, either I'm high or I'm nuts

'Cause if you ain't tiltin' this room, neither am I

So when you see your mom with a thermometer shoved in her ass

Then it probably is obvious I got it on with her