[Intro]

(vocal samples from the film "A Clockwork Orange")

[Verse]

I kill a white Republican stealing my rights in publishing

Fire on a judge for getting me fired up again

Shoot up your house, come back two months from now

And light it up again while you try to run from it

I put the truth in my song, but I cuss in it

If you think I should be censored because of it...

You on your knees to a corrupt government

Dumb it up then you can suck a dick, you can stomach it

Fuck a bitch with a bad body and dump her

One that's on the cover of a copy of Hustler

You're somebody 'til your body gets punctured

A grave digger piling bodies on top of each other

We match whips, we mahjong clothes

I'll hit you upside your oblong dome

You'll be underwater with Long John's bones

In a locker quick, like Davey Jones

Sleep you with a hockey stick, like Casey Jones

Pop hits, that's the radio

It's all happy days, it's all a patch of daisies

I'm all Patrick Swayze, Ghost!

The body stays, shadows take the soul

I try to yell, the words can't escape my throat

I grab towards my girl to bring her close

My arms pass through her like they're made of smoke

I fell from the Moon to Earth

Through the clouds, to the ground, through the dirt

And in darkness I take the hand of Lucifer

He takes of the hand of God, and yeah, that's the Universe

If it's "kill or be killed," do the first

Same applies to dimes, keep in mind, even Mother Goose'll burn

I feel like a white Republican; Ron Paul

On call, in it for the long haul

I want a shot caller on a blonde doll

This rap game gon' put me on... I put that on y'all