So here I come slippin through
with a code red motherfuckin mountain dew
Ain’t filled with pop
ain’t no caffiene
Just my blood and some muthafuckin morphine
Like charlie sheen
or bruce springsteen
guaranteed to make ya bounce like a jumpin bean
you ain’t seen nothing yet
with all due respect
I suspect your intent is to invent another gent
who will call people faggots
so your pockets get rent
But the truth of it is
That I’m new to this biz
got no stocks, got no options,
got no marketing wiz
Everybody says, I’m from here, I’m from there
I’m just tryin to get bombs to blow up a day care
I hate my town, and everyone in it
Its a horrible place to live and a horrible place to visit
But one day, they say, I’ll see the light
But that’s gay, so I say, “Hey...wanna fight?”
I was raised by a bottle, a TV, and a sega.
My dad did more smack than that cat Vincent Vega
My mom tried to make me an early tomb,
as she self-inflicted guttural jabs to her womb,
Cheaper than abortion, but it didn’t succeed
I was born 3 months later, with a taste for fine weed
I guess that’s what happens, cuz of blows to the face
A little mutation, in the human race
A guy that kills firefighters for fun
I’m what happens with an unwanted son,
as the weight of the world can weigh a ton
it will now be lifted as I swallow this gun.
