I'm back from the grave,Jack/ better fact-check my age/ I've no place at a Chick fil-A// Got a thread protector and it's on the way (you don't say)/ mind-made; yup, already prayed//// Rap Stallion/ having a delightful dream/ but woke up in the morgue// Rapscallion/ can't even see I need more/ One big Sea Org/ seem to fiend for secret tea//// Raindrops are not afterthoughts/ that's me/ seem to have my hand over my aorta/ and I'm just a little bit quicker than Jesus Freaks// I deserved the beating/ every minute, I mean it/ you teach the people you know how to treat you by the way you lead them////

*HOOK: Hey-ya muthafuckas, you can lower your heat/ if I was really gonna snap I'd have done it the other day/ bumped into an agent [of] apathy [who] made a dangerous me/ gun tucked in my waist, thinking that somebody's gonna pay//// I could get a little pussy, given it's wanted/ except it isn't (and a little pussy's stuck in my way)// I kill him every time I imagine him in my mind when I'm grabbin' for a smile that'll last the whole day!////

Haitian ladies makin' the most of a black mass/ with their master in Hades/ shaking their naked asses and gyrating/ I need a vacation/ I think my lady was right--/ oh that's right, she ain't my lady as of like, last night, are you CRAZY?//// Maybe Steven Bailey is just as insane as we painted him/ they'll remember they said it/ regret it the second he aims at em'// Every time Burns murders, for sure a squirter came again/ baby sit on my face/ for the main event, let's make it rain again////

2nd HOOK: Welcome one and all/ I'm appalled at the consequences of what "Swing for the fences" means me if your me and in the shape/ of the deadlights: defenseless/ Yes, this clown obsesses with the legend of a smile that lasts the whole day////

Hey y'all motherfuckers you can lower your heat/ if I was really gonna snap I'd have done it the other day/ bumped into an agent/ apathy made a dangerous "me"/ Gun tucked in my waist/ thinking that somebody's gonna pay////

If Sinn Sage was surrogate to Nic Cage and Elliot Ness/ my persona'd corona for Nic and E. until they had left// there sits me in the belly of mess/ tell-tale aliens, tellie and sex/ Hell no, failing's not what's ailing/ I'm off sailing in the depths//// I envelope a shadow well and I'm hella over "nice"/ once a prison/ now an "ism" that I simmer over rice// There's a shimmer in my eye/ and a sinner in my sights/ there's an acorn in my iris and a "Haythorne" in my "Whites"////