[Verse]
I'm hot, long socks in the summer
I do not power music but that booty I will plunder
I spit so occasionally that people start to wonder
Like "Is he even a rapper or a part time stunner?"
AH!

I can't practice 'cause to me it makes me worse
Put dead rappers in my trunk, but I ain't driving a hearse
They get injured on the track
And sent off to the nurse
But I'm up in the doctor's office serving masters like church

What's worse, the fact that I don't rap?
Or the fact that you rap and you will still get murked
If rap's really a game, you need to set up your purse
I'm back-packing the team
They got you packed in a purse

When I'm shaping up my future, I'ma aggravate the movers
Irritate the shakers and become the new shooter
Sniping off rappers who think that they're into rafters
But they stuck on the ground like planes after disasters

HA!
I'm just a fanatic, flow's on automatic
No jam but I tend to get nutty; it's a habit
More hip-hop than a rabbit, that's trippin' in off of acid
On a trampoline while crazy are trying to stab it

Excuse me for the visuals
Haven't reached the pinnacle
This ain't Mortal Kombat, but the beat's screaming to "FINISH YOU"
"Kevin ain't a rapper", true
"Kevin ain't an actor", true
Kevin's just a guy that take a beat and rips that shit in two!

Sorry for the curse words, I got carried away
Like anybody that tries me on the track because I slay
The murder starts to happen as soon as you press play
Fast forward makes it quicker, but I'ma press replay

No I'm not okay, I'm awesome
Mess with me, C.E.O, Boston
It's 3 a.m in Pittsburgh, couldn't sleep, I was tossn'
So I turned on this beat and decided to get rotten
Yeah, I decided to get rotten
Yeah, Yeah uh-huh

[Bridge]
It's 3 a.m in Pittsburgh
Yeah, It's 3 a.m in Pittsburgh
I said It's 3 a.m in Pittsburgh
I said It's 3 a.m in Pittsburgh