Boy, oh, boy, I'm feeling high
It just happens to me at night
Are you ready for start time?
I choke up on this punchline
Jumping with no parachutes
Deadly, when I start to shoot
My load is pretty heavy
But you swallow 'cause you think I'm cute

Two times might be one too much
I'm losing sight, I'm losing touch
Of the reality I was facing when I was growing up

If you front, you can go fuck yourself in the back
All those beats, all those rhymes just kept flowing my stack
On the internet you can't take hits, I got the good grades
Only four singles out, popularity don't fade

Two times might be one too much
I'm losing sight, I'm losing touch
Of the reality I was facing when I was growing up

I put my name on the map
Might pop, you're calling me that
Your boyfriend's harassing me
Bitch, you should tell him to stop
I'm off another level
I got upgraded
I dedicate this song to my fans on steroids

I am the short circuit of this electronic
I am the start-up chick, and my voice bionic
I got a good team
I'm on your widescreen
I'm all about my green since I turned fourteen

Two times might be one too much
I'm losing sight, I'm losing touch
Of the reality I was facing when I was growing up

Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead
Bruce Willis is dead