[Intro]

- You said you're not a follower but a friend of Manson, is that correct?

- Uh, yeah, I'm a friend

- Okay, it's just to me, I know we went over this before but it amazes me that you have nothing to hide, why would you be here with that mask? It's just-

- I told you I have nothing to hide (well, it's just-), but-but I have family and friends, and, as far as you're concerned and most of this audience, I have nothing to hide, you don't understand what I said, that's your problem

[Verse]

Yo

I swear these kids clone-proof and breed

These audience is of computer geeks

I murdered the Westchester family one night

And stood in the house rocking Judas Priest

I'm like Ted Bundy in a rave (hey) with glowsticks giving brunettes ease

Generation X slacker, don't give me that, who is he

The most famous suicide, soon to be

My name ring bells like shooting speed (Wee)

Compulsive, my room is neat

In bloom I talk to the corpse like

"I promise we'll go away on vacation, just you and me"

And what movement scene?

Underground rappers dead

Come to my show, I hope you boo and leave

You could call me engine head, diesel fuel machine

Oscillating Zeppelin fan blades spittin' uber heat

And if you dig what I spit, then you'll get why I smell like a groupie's perfume in heat (What the?)

Smothering the scent of shoveling cubic feet

I showed up to the show in a gown with wristbands

Slit hands, pass me the dips man

Supercoven, I waive the Gonzo fist flag

I get chicks, man

I go out my wingman as a bottle of Chloroform and a dishrag

I'm a young prince, crystal ship, touch chicks in Xanax holes

Mood ring blacker than spoon bottoms I stashed at home

I'm so gone the Earth stands to clap at shows

Acid magic, white rabbit flow

Dust, tabs and coke

Chaos, witchcraft occult

Cross country, yellow Punchbuggy

Crumb on plastic spokes

Handcuffs, nylon, mask and rope

Violent Satanist

Addict rap, braggadocio

I think I suck, but you're not half as dope

I have no soul

[Charles Manson Outro]

Women I got I don't gotta tell 'em what to do, if I gotta tell 'em what to do, I'm sendin' 'em up on the highway and get 'em away, I don't deal with women I got to tell 'em what to do, they know what to do, if they don't know what to do, they better stay with me