[Chorus: Bender]

I got some keepsakes to keep safe

Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face

Pop the lock and you staring into deep space

Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?

I got some keepsakes to keep safe

Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face

Pop the lock and you staring into deep space

Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?

[Verse 1: Patience]

[?] documents I [?] in Somerset

Slip into the crowd beside the wreck, pretend to rub her neck

This leather Burberry from Sach's is my dummy case

The tattered Samsonite on my shoulder is the one that keeps my money safe, and other shit

Signed Babe Ruth rookie card, the mothership

Is tongue-in-cheek to this extensive collection that I'm running with

I've got, Van Gogh's, ear on ice

A Jessica Alba sex tape and some disinfectant wipes

Strychnine syringe, anthrax and razor blades

Twist ties for wrists when I ransack your vacation space

Government plots to doctor the murder rate

I got a cure for cancer, a cure for AIDS, in my briefcase

Now some of these items might not seem like they're related and they're not

Pack my place in haste and hope to [?] under the neighbors' watch

Something deranged has stopped my current work in a second

It's time to get creative with some of my favorite possessions

Check it, gonna pawn this never-before-seen photo of Robert Johnson

And drop this caucus member's daughter I got for hostage

Cut my losses, double-cross and now I walk with all my earthly

I'll peddle these medals back to fans of Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Ditch my housing, wipe my brow with the Shroud of Turin

Now, is this a 40 or Howard Hughes's vial of urine?

Shopping cart modern art, and now I'm certain

Consumer-renumerable, all my shit is Tyler Durden

[Chorus: Bender]

I got some keepsakes to keep safe

Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face

Pop the lock and you staring into deep space

Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?

I got some keepsakes to keep safe

Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face

Pop the lock and you staring into deep space

Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?

[Verse 2: Bender]

A passport with a photo of my human face

Assumed identity, customs knows me by a Jewish name

Spanish villa, forged the deed I'm tryna clear the deal

Black leather driving gloves that never seen a steering wheel

I got the papers for a Swiss numbered bank account

Boarding pass, Eastern European town you can't pronounce

First class, I blend in once I'm seated

Kenyan birth certificate, presidential treatment

A photo of Barack golfing with some Tamil Tigers

Micro vial of poison, it tastes like Jägermeister

Mixed with apple cider, got

Three feet of piano wire

Blacklight to scan the room for DNA and fabric fibers

Perfume-scented handwritten love letter from a Persian flight attendant that

Purrs when I undress her

Heavy sedative, killed its first batch of drug testers

Low-sodium goulash recipe, I watch my blood pressure

The key to the room where my suitcase is sitting

A newspaper clipping of a doomsday prediction

Password to a masquerade, Roman tunic

Perpetual motion prototype design, stolen blueprint

Pair of Hopper glasses with the lenses cut from blood diamonds

Phone with no number, keep the SIM card in my gum lining

Carbon fiber pistol fire seven times in a second

Ten digits on a napkin, I memorize the extension

[Chorus: Bender]

I got some keepsakes to keep safe

Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face

Pop the lock and you staring into deep space

Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?

I got some keepsakes to keep safe

Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face

Pop the lock and you staring into deep space

Marsellus Wallace never had a soul