I'd like to welcome you all to the dog daze of bummer

Where everyone is looking like they're jogging in place with their shoes laced together

And I'm a cleric, NOT

But got this burial plot

Burying 'em on the spot

Oh, there he goes again with ways to dispose of foes

Waste disposal to opposable action figurines

You're just a doll in a plastic submarine

Rap is a fucking cash machine and soon they'll be selling plaster casts of me

Caskets I mean, one size fits all with lifetime limited warranties

Shoplifted off the top of his dome

Cut holes to see through, then wore the wool around like a Zorro mask

You give all the power to the disgruntled evil bastards and what the fuck Did you think was gonna happen?

All chomping at the bit to be in charge of your price of freedom

Pledge allegiance to the eagle you are eating and believe whatever you read

Has our light became darkness barking up the wrong tree

Wherever this long path leads me

Meanwhile we stash beats and trash empty meanings

Talk is cheap, sleeping in is easy

Cobra hoods ain't bluffing

Still giving a fuck about something or another

Whatever you wanna call it

Dead weighted trap with a wallet at the end of the tripwire

[x2]

Cobra hoods ain't bluffing

Still giving a fuck

High fashion marked down mock up of a Molotov

All talk mall cops, stomp on that thin ice on that pond they tip toe on

Or walk around briskly

Crack and fracture a placid fragile passion

Or lack thereof

Just record what I'm putting down

'Til they put me down, emerald hood put me up

Just for the hip-hop movement's loss of momentum

Though disorder distorted our orbits ordinance a bit

A bit of disruption to the loitering

Un-organized boy bandwagon organizations

I avoid at all costs for the simple sake of avoiding them

Made friends with the soil three fold over some oil vapors and kiwi fruit juice

Staying six steps ahead of that clown shoe cadence that's all the rage these days

Just fucking stomping in the break 'til it's concave

Sorry my science project failed and blew up in your face [No I'm not]

Cobra hoods ain't bluffing

Still giving a fuck about something or another

Whatever you wanna call it

Dead weighted trap with a wallet at the end of the tripwire

[x2]

Cobra hoods ain't bluffing

Still giving a fuck