Force

you’re wondering if i’m petty

well get ready for a broadcast from the mother-fucking subatomic

i’m not cross you see

just petty

you see you got bits i don’t got

so i make ’em

out of lack

don’t tread on my lack

if you do

if you tread

you see the problem with being tiny is that when you’re seen you’re done i mean you know where i am and where i’ve been and where i’m going to be

until

well i got a sting you see

a stinger

CHOOM, KRA-KOOM

i need you to be worried about my thunder

cos then i don’t waste my venom

so i build a reputation

a name

its pronounced to sound like blame

don’t point that shit at me

hurts you more than it hurts me

sure

you should consult the tables of merit

find out what you’re worth

before you start wonderin bout my size

you got some notion of how i can get bigger

fuck you

if you knew shit from sheen

you’d know

all i wanna do

is shrink.