Damn It Feels Good to be Input lyrics

(Im gonna run through this b*tch like a b*tch runs through her own sh*t)
So, a lot of people, they wanna know about my life, what I do on a daily basis
So I got my man Satire, you know, he's gonna help me out with this one
Yo, yo Satire, yo tell them who the f*ck I am

It's Input, same motherf*cker that can radiate a million lies and still put a smile on your lady's face
So Input, tell me what would Jesus do

I bet that if he lived my life, he'd have to have a drink or two

What's the deal with analysts and as*h*les actin' over zealous trying to confiscate the passport
Walks 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 underground
Learn to recognize the sum of all your failed nights

I bet you realize you're blowing steam like tailpipes
All this talk about monotonous development is seriously making me a little less intelligent

Turn your life around, maybe we can speak again
I highly doubt it 'cause your ego is a perfect 10
And don't believe your friends when they say your sh*t is dope
They're obviously just saying it for a hit of coke