Welcome to the jungle, where I never stumble

Crumble and slip

You mumbling, bumbling, stuttering

Fumbling pricks

I'm coming home toward the composite nights

And surprise you bonkers

Take your face off, sow it to my head

And hide amongst ya

My lungs are like a random lethal weapon

Keep the reaper stressing

Even he was guessing

His wife sleeps with the wesson

Everyone's the best to the best

In the best division

Put you in a stress position

Reposess you at your exorcism

Run a thousand miles

And beat you in your RS6

Throw a thousand bricks

Like a hundred thousand rowdy kids

You couldn't oust me

With a thousand cans of oust spray

Even if you burn me

My ashes spill out the outbreak

Turn the whole town upside down

Have you running like Wee Willie Winkie, just in your night gown

Walking like a bunch of vigilante witch hunters

With the wrong description

Hands on the bible like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

Contradiction, contradiction, contradiction, contradiction, contradiction

With the wrong description

Hands on the bible like the contradiction

[Drop]

Like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction

Contradiction, contradiction, contradiction, contradiction, contradiction, contradiction

With the wrong description

Hands on the bible like the contradiction

[Drop]

Like the contradiction

Like the contradiction