[Chorus 1]

Get it down, move it quick, suck a motherfuckin lolly-puffy-pop

Poppy flower down my lung, heartstung by a funky taffy

Papa bless, gonna donkey shoot her poppin ass

Would you please look at that, what a fine looking cat

It is time to attack, let's crack Rocinante

Got my spear ready, whipped out and hardy, howdy you fickle foe

Now please choose your final word, should be like a few lines or so

Prepare yourself to taste my sword, to become my new favourite oh... prisonner

But oh shit, the giant's a windmill, the taffy's a weak meal

What's real's long gone, what a silly story

Just got a big boner for a pound of vapor

[Chorus]

Gone is the time of my careless hours, now it's time to move on

I don't need your help, no, no, I don't need, I don't need your help. (bis)

[Verse 2]

Yo, third take

Finds me upstairs, crashed on a bed, she enters and says:

It is said you got sad thoughts stashed in your head

I reply: I lost the sanity thread

- Don't say that! She says

- But why though? I say, upthere's like an ICP show

There's nothing more than coked up whores, and a fucking sore nose

-Well shut up! She replies cleverly. You're full of illusions what you should be like

You're chasing delusions on a shitty bike

On a trail full of spikes you're just full of spite

What you are is not full of shite, just move on and accept your life!

- You're right, I know, it's clear for now, but how could I accept the fact that...

[Chorus]

Gone is the time of my careless hours, now it's time to move on

I just need your help, oh, I just need, yeah I just need your help. (bis)