Released on December 12, 2018

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(Intro): Jordan B. Peterson

It's perhaps the most famous thing he ever said

Although it's almost entirely taken out of context

And misquoted and if not misquoted atleast misunderstood

Because Nietzsche was one of the strange people

Who was capable of living fifty or even a hundred years into the future


[Verse 1]

Let's get it poppin like a bottle ol' champagne

Brown like the sugar, only thing I let in my brains now

No boogers, I'm a boogie man, for sure I'm useful

To bring about that nightmare, uncover that silence

I'm clover in asphalt, the salt in your wound

You're flying to Aspen

Doing way more than I should

Mentally I'm alone in these woods

In these lands I be gunning

No crew, like I'm suppoused to

Connect my fellow tribes? not you

Belting out few notes, making notches

Send the sanitation crew

Clear out those blotches

I'm Carl Yung, and you're flaccid

You're Tim Cook without a Job

While I'm cooking words like I'm a God-


[Chorus:]

I'm a fucking Nietzsche

Got some more to teach ya'll

Never leave the house to streets, yeah

I'm a fucking Nietzsche

I'm a fucking Nietzsche

I'm a fucking niche-yah-YAH-YAH


[Verse 2]

I'm so sick with it

Got your home evicted

Just like Vic did it, in

Shielding my truth, I'm invictus

Feeling invincible

Giving out best idioms

Cancer as blastomas for those idiots

I'm an idol at the simile

Smiling with more tart than a vinegar

Feeling the spirit with vigor, I

Scarier than the Igor screeching

(no, that's pronounced...)

Sounds like my dead victims screaming

Wait

(AHHHH)

My whole body itches

Like my trigger finger, uhh

I'm killing letters, ideas

On a single camera, etcera

Like snapping some pictures

In this business it's more different

Then similar, find someone to ridicule too

And make them all sizzling


[Chorus:]

I'm a fucking Nietzsche

Filing smallest niches-yah

Got SOME more to teach ya'll

Never leave the house

Never leave the house


[Verse 3]

They'll be ringing me up

And then they ask

When is my album

Be done

When it's already begun

You're experiencing most of it

Certainly, I'm more of a "poet laureate"

Bored with certain rappers, who's horribly

Can't control themselves but I'm going in

As illitirate as I am

Pulling that trigger and

Sewing your organs in

Making a bullet vest like D12

Shit is my sherbert

See the mic, I'm walking toward it

In the end I'm juicing that future

Maybe Proof was is pudding

(Maybe not)

I'll taste the fruit

Can't wait for my blood to clot

Not adding no sugar

And I'm your suitor

I'm a beaut, to boot

I'm a family's boogie man

To not

For you to shoot

Your tearducts

Beautifully

Who are you doing it to?

I'm all for none

No one for me to do this to

Self-sufficient, but they never did listen

(Did they?), The pain will let them know

I'm existing, they don't imagine it

I'm so efficient at this feeling


[Verse 4]

Miss me with your poetic dream

Unattended, swimming on my stream

No swan song, still you're jelly

That I'm pissing gold

Like it's R.Kelly's record

Clothes never made

This man who will be rapping

This bad

Almost dead like walking

Christopher, king of new york

Pulling my rabbit outta my hat, with just talk

Mister please, stop the ridiculous tribes, and shit

Walk the walk

Or I'll be leaving my mines in plain sight and shit

Still can't see the signs yet?

(Taking over your minds)

Things had been brewing just fine

I've been drawing from my insights

(and violence are just words

That had been silenced

Too much)

It's my manifesto as such

I am bringing my touch

They'll be ringing me up

And then they ask

When is my album

Be done

When it's already been done

It's already been done

It's already been


[Chorus:]

I'm a fucking Nietzsche

Got NO MORE to teach ya'll

Never leave the house

Never leave the house

Killing Gods like (yeah)

Killing Gods like Nietzsche

I'm a fucking Nietzsche

Yeah

Killing Gods like

(Outro): Jordan B. Peterson

Is there any up or down left?

Are we not straying as though

Through an infinite nothing?

Do we not feel the breath

Of empty space?

Has it not become colder?

Do we not hear anything yet

Of the noise of the gravediggers

Who are burying God?

Do we not smell anything of God decomposition?

God's too, decompose

God is dead, God remains dead

And we have killed him