(Im gonna run through this bitch like a bitch runs through her own shit)So, a lot of people, they wanna know about my life, what I do on a daily basisSo I got my man Satire, you know, he's gonna help me out with this oneYo, yo Satire, yo tell them who the fuck I amIt's Input, same motherfucker that can radiate a million lies and still put a smile on your lady's faceSo Input, tell me what would Jesus doI bet that if he lived my life, he'd have to have a drink or twoWhat's the deal with analysts and assholes actin' over zealous trying to confiscate the passportWalks the modern walk, talks like a soccer mom, turnin' up the heat to try to melt away my auto-pop(?)This is ludacris, why the hell you mad at me?Because I live right on the edge against the laws of gravity?I didn't make a point to stand alone and run my mouth, like you and your crew that symbolizes nothing undergroundLearn to recognize the sum of all your failed nightsI bet you realize you're blowing steam like tailpipesAll this talk about monotonous development is seriously making me a little less intelligentTurn your life around, maybe we can speak againI highly doubt it 'cause your ego is a perfect 10And don't believe your friends when they say your shit is dopeThey're obviously just saying it for a hit of cokeIt's Input, same motherfucker that can radiate a million lies and still put a smile on your lady's faceSo Input, tell me what would Jesus doI bet that if he lived my life, he'd have to have a drink or two x2And I don't need to have a reason at allTo say the things I want to say without you acting appalledAnd every Sunday morning you can write another verseAbout your stupid philosophies and your date of birthI don't completely understand how you get this farCharging all your expenses to daddy's credit cardMore importantly, who invests their time in you?Talking this and that and thinking you can do what I can doI'll just laugh it off and leave it underneath your skin'Cause I can see the anger right behind that silly grinThis entire conversation you look desperateI'll walk away before the cocaine sets inThere's plenty more topics at handLike recruiting your fraternity brothers to be your fansEnough of that, I just need me a drinkI really hope that that's your girlfriend flashing me winksIt's Input, same motherfucker that can radiate a million lies and still put a smile on your lady's faceSo Input, tell me what would Jesus doI bet that if he lived my life, he'd have to have a drink or two x2Whatever happens, I just want you to knowThat I left your name anonymous to soften the blowIt doesn't matter how you go about interpretationBeyond that, I don't owe you any explanationsMr. What Now, Mr. I Don't Back DownGo ahead and tell your sister that Im back in townI reel 'em in with a dollar on my fish hookDamn it feels good to be InputIt's Input, same motherfucker that can radiate a million lies and still put a smile on your lady's faceSo Input, tell me what would Jesus doI bet that if he lived my life, he'd have to have a drink or two x2
