[Verse]

What it is I'm blunted with tunnel vision

Pick you to sudden death then jump from a fucking cliff

It's the master of puppets offering capital punishment

Scratchin' "fucks wit it" off of these cats' bucket list

Wander through the jungle

Pocket an abundance and I hustle it

Oughta stop abusing substances

Hot, use a oven mitten when cuttin' this

Y'all should loosen up a bit

Although all you do is rubberneck a government to profit off the prostituted public

In solitude and slumber and ain't bothered by corruption

Targeting the mothership which pardons the injustices

Convoluted glutton slobs

Out of touch with the populace

Hungry as some hippo-fucking-potamuses

They want an omnipresence

They want you all defenseless

Not a fuck given what the consequence is

Out of luck

And a lot of us are common senseless

Bottoms up

The consensus is relentlessly indifferent

Led to believe I'll never be forgiven

Lose the assault rifle and choose you a false idol

The music hall maestro asking "who recalls vinyl?"

Long before y'all arrival

I was the archetype

Y'all recycle garbage

I'm the carbon cycle

You need to know this ain't a rap it's a lab report

And our research shows you hacks need to practice more

Shock the system, a couple thousand watts

Up the voltage just a bit to touch the mountaintops

Success

Another epic fail

I wonder if heaven's got a jail because I'm settin' sail

It sure as shit ain't a joke

Term a hick and a yokel

But his rap sheet clean, no priors

The world been gettin' stoned

Turn a spliff to a roach

Now go and grab me the needle nose pliers

We post fliers for the show and no one show up

Take over Podunk dives until I blow chunks (who's Chunks?)

I meant regurgitation

Two dunces in detention for absurd behavior

Never mention the station name or the call letters

Small steppers, but, don't call us babies

Call us crazy

Pay no regards to safety

On a gravy train for the long haul

Stankin'

Crater face like a golf ball

The pavement stained with tomato paste and Quaker State

Make a break for it

And a wavelength

Shit I'm the sailor that sank the naval base

A major pain in the neck

And the keister too

Been ingesting cigarettes and the cheapest brew available

Until they claim the most dope are the Stank Face homies

They ain't gotta say no mo'

Except c'est la vie

They say what it is just may not be

C'est la vie

They say what it is just may not be