The only living boy in new Jers' emerged from the burbs

Im 'purp sippin; burboun on the curb with thirty birds from Bergon chirpin' with their hands up on my person tryna 'surp the serpent I search their purses when their heard trynna bismearch a merchant Im burnin' Sherman's 'til the surface of Earth's a circus I'm from the furnace that you learn of in churches sermons up in the club off any kind of drugs a kid can purchase wake up to nurses trynna say I overdosed on percocets my nerves is burstin' like they surgeons in cerebral circus's servin these murderous evil verses like voodo curses we clappin' burners without permits make our fans get nervous ain't got a tool yea we landing in a bailey herses im from the land of lend lerda nerd a dirty dancing im your camera acting bad. your grandma is crack a lacking you can't imagine the savage damage that this manic depressive impressive rapper has been channeling simply Maryln Manson. Yeah I been slacking

But im back up in the lab eleaborate lavishly writing combative tracks for thiswack racket

Back to by bad habits brandishing battle axes a rambling bastard attacking accurately back in action

Back in action

Im in your bathroom with some mad loose tattoo'd

Half nude sippin' here to really sniffin' bad news

They wanna love me cause I treat em like their dads do

Plus they got a fetish for excellent looking math clues

Heard you don't get up until past noon

Im bad mood, staff who pass through, this cash rules crap shoot

The crack rules cackling cracker crackeling crack tunes

Who slap fools back into glass and turn into statues

Im bruising