I talked to God & he said, "live a little" - I've been living a little lie

I've been giving a lot of myself away, and I don't wanna die

Off some OxyContin

Looking for a girl with moxie for some foxy boxing

Olly oxen free, come floss with me

And celebrate the loss of philosophy

And the crevasse of velocity

Santa Claus and the faulty Rick Ross ain't the boss of me

You fools aren't Transformers - this is our land

Your forefathers are some straight transforeigners

I don't give a burger about the Bilderbergers

And I don't want to deal with the real diversions

I just wanna feel full off this Steel Reserve

And I wanna feel you up when I feel the nerve

And I don't wanna feel the fame that I fully deserve

I just wanna feel your face and your frame and your curves

I'ma live a million years and just die on this curb

Leave a sign on my tombstone: "do not disturb"

And bury me in a cassette coffin

And pretty please, keep this Hip Hop poppin'

As my body decomposes and softens

My flows juxtapose under your soul just like an offerin'

And party at my funeral like Laughlin

Pack a bowl because I'll be back...

Back against the wall, backpackers, back 'em all

Back, even though you didn't call

Back up from that hole, so you don't fall

I don't care, I just got your back, that's all