Anal Thermometer
The O Lyrics

I be the G and the plan is to slam, damn
I am the G and my plan is to succeed

That I can, biff bam, Batman, Robin steady mobbin' c'mon
I have the ability to succeed, and am likening my progress to that of superheroes who always work together

G be the man, slammin, you say psalms with your moms
I am the man and I am succeeding, while others are still at home with their moms

And you home playing Backgammon
others are simply playing games at home, while I am working hard to succeed at my goals

Mom left me dressed up, but messed up
My mom left me dressed specifically but messed me up emotionally

With my hair combed nicely, but I was shiesty
Even though I was dressed correctly, I was being deceitful

At any given time there might be liquor in my ice tea
I could be hiding my drinking problem, even in plain sight

Always yelling in my ear "Drugious, play nicely"
My mother was always scolding me to make right decisions

Now I'm on the mic see, my mental style wild child
I am now on the mic and my style is both mentally and excitedly childlike

To the file I'll spit the vile in the pile
I will spit out all of my hate into one pile

That'll make the girls smile, make a German "Sieg Heil"
My words will have an effect on people, causing them to fall in line, similar to how Germans were known to do

Unlike Spark Lyle, I'll be here for a while
Unlike other artists, I will remain relevant for a long time

People want to know yo, how'd you get so loco
People wonder how I become so crazy/talented

Head want to know who to thank for my flow, son
People want to know who they should thank for my talent and skills

I'm saying "Oh, can't be quite sure"
I don't really know who deserves gratitude for my skills

Link with my shrink 'cause I think she know who knows
I will turn to my therapist as I think they know the answer

Hey mom (yes, dear) Thanks for the anal thermometer
I have mixed feelings about thanking my mom for something that benefited me physically but was invasive and uncomfortable

I be the illest, microphone ventriloquist
I am the best at using the microphone

Brothers say he real with this
Everyone knows I am the real deal

Got the the feel for this (yeah, yeah)
I know how to perform well

Use to have a drug problem thinking How am I going to pay for this
I previously had a drug addiction and worried about how I would pay for it

But now the record company gets the bill, so I'm chill
The record label pays for my expenses, so I am relaxed

Get my fill getting ill with the pill or the swill
I indulge in drugs and alcohol as often as possible

Every brain cell I kill, I regenerate a mill
As I kill off brain cells through drug use, I make more money

What the deal yo, with the way I fell so much stress
I am dealing with a lot of stress and am feeling overwhelmed

Why, it was my sperm on Monica's dress
I feel guilty about an affair with Monica that led to Clinton's scandal and stirred up lots of negative attention

I confess, more or less, that the west is the best
I admit that the West is superior

Ain't that right, Ry (psyche) both coasts' what I like
I like both coasts, but teasingly joke that one is better than the other

When I was younger and in school My teacher grabeed my pad and pen He's insane, he's a fool Said you better try again
As a student, I was told by a teacher that I need to do better

Now you take all of the teachers from kindergarten to the 12th grade that I ever had ever Put them in a room, empty your pockets, you may be clever But I'm making more than all ya'll teachers put together
Now, I earn more than all of my teachers combined

On stage all the girlies nipples in the crowd got check (Woo hah) got you all erect And when they asking the G how'd you get so twisted I twitch but I'm calm, don't ask me, ask my mom
On stage, my performance causes bikini-top clad audience members to be aroused and curious about my artistic ability but I remain calm, telling them to thank the one person responsible for my upbringing

The scent of Vaseline, it'll make me scream Like I'm in a bad dream like a fiend screen scene With the theme from Halloween, know what I mean Mr. Clean seems to gleam
I react in a negative way to the scent of Vaseline and sometimes feel like I'm taking drugs which can lead me to imagery similar to a horror movie, but Mr. Clean stands out like he's sparkling new

'Til he ream then his misdamean my spleen Causing my rage to beam, lyrical machine Like a white Rakim, so don't tell me to go to hell Chi-double-L tha's be the way to Quell
Mr. Clean can be sneaky in how he behaves and can anger me, which makes me a very skilled rapper on stage. I want to be respected like the rapper Rakim and I also won't let anyone tell me off

My uncertainty, not by hurting me, hell You don't gotta stick no nothing all up in my butt To find out how I feel, girl, just say yo what's up
I can be uncertain at times, but it does not mean others are required to do something uncomfortable to understand my emotions. Just engage with me like you normally would

Don't tell me you love me Then bend me and fuck Don't bend me and fuck me Then tell me that you love me true
Don't tell me you love me and then use that emotional connection to take advantage of me, or vice versa