Terrorist tactics flipping styles to the point you would think I was acrobatic
But really I'm crippled and retarded
Living inside my own head
Wheelchair zombie, return of the living dead
And I need BRAINS, but nobody got none
Just mindless monkeys with fake platinum chains
And I'm deranged, holding a shotgun like a toothless backwoods hick
Drinking moonshine and shit
Talking bout, "Where the niggers at? We gonna hang 'em till they break their neck"
So respect my authority when I'm on the set
I'm an intergalactic bounty hunter like Boba Fett
Behind the moon cosmonaut rock, my brains all wet
Baby I'm out there. Can I get a mic check?
Making deep cuts until the music keloids
My brains on steroids
I'm a f*cking asteroid!
Burning Flags and Burning Bridges
Burning Beds and Burning Bitches
Burning Man and all his riches
Gonna burn the world; use it for my blunt ashes!
I'm the black Hunter (S.) Thompson
Fear and loathing in Cleveland
Crippled from my addiction, PCP you got me tripping
Jumping off of buildings doing the Triple Lindy
Searching for the ending, only end up not walking
Now I'm Stephen Hawking in my wheelchair pushing up to the mic spitting this lyrical poison
I'm a mutant being hunted by humans
I represent the weirdos with no direction
Freaks and cripples with pain pill addictions and ugly ass geeks who don't get no affection
The public got my mind twisted and contaminated. I can't take it
So f*ck trying to be accepted by the fake and plastic Botox-injected spray-on-tan puppets
If you got it you got it, but if you don't learn to love it and live with it
Scream, "THIS IS WHO I AM BITCH!"
Burning Flags and Burning Bridges
Burning Beds and Burning Bitches
Burning Man and all his riches
Gonna burn the world; use it for my blunt ashes!
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Terrorist tactics flipping styles to the point you would think I was acrobatic
But really I'm crippled and retarded
Living inside my own head
Wheelchair zombie, return of the living dead
And I need BRAINS, but nobody got none
Just mindless monkeys with fake platinum chains
And I'm deranged, holding a shotgun like a toothless backwoods hick
Drinking moonshine and shit
Talking bout, "Where the niggers at? We gonna hang 'em till they break their neck"
So respect my authority when I'm on the set
I'm an intergalactic bounty hunter like Boba Fett
Behind the moon cosmonaut rock, my brains all wet
Baby I'm out there. Can I get a mic check?
Making deep cuts until the music keloids
My brains on steroids
I'm a f*cking asteroid!
Burning Flags and Burning Bridges
Burning Beds and Burning Bitches
Burning Man and all his riches
Gonna burn the world; use it for my blunt ashes!
I'm the black Hunter (S.) Thompson
Fear and loathing in Cleveland
Crippled from my addiction, PCP you got me tripping
Jumping off of buildings doing the Triple Lindy
Searching for the ending, only end up not walking
Now I'm Stephen Hawking in my wheelchair pushing up to the mic spitting this lyrical poison
I'm a mutant being hunted by humans
I represent the weirdos with no direction
Freaks and cripples with pain pill addictions and ugly ass geeks who don't get no affection
The public got my mind twisted and contaminated. I can't take it
So f*ck trying to be accepted by the fake and plastic Botox-injected spray-on-tan puppets
If you got it you got it, but if you don't learn to love it and live with it
Scream, "THIS IS WHO I AM BITCH!"
Burning Flags and Burning Bridges
Burning Beds and Burning Bitches
Burning Man and all his riches
Gonna burn the world; use it for my blunt ashes!
But really I'm crippled and retarded
Living inside my own head
Wheelchair zombie, return of the living dead
And I need BRAINS, but nobody got none
Just mindless monkeys with fake platinum chains
And I'm deranged, holding a shotgun like a toothless backwoods hick
Drinking moonshine and shit
Talking bout, "Where the niggers at? We gonna hang 'em till they break their neck"
So respect my authority when I'm on the set
I'm an intergalactic bounty hunter like Boba Fett
Behind the moon cosmonaut rock, my brains all wet
Baby I'm out there. Can I get a mic check?
Making deep cuts until the music keloids
My brains on steroids
I'm a f*cking asteroid!
Burning Flags and Burning Bridges
Burning Beds and Burning Bitches
Burning Man and all his riches
Gonna burn the world; use it for my blunt ashes!
I'm the black Hunter (S.) Thompson
Fear and loathing in Cleveland
Crippled from my addiction, PCP you got me tripping
Jumping off of buildings doing the Triple Lindy
Searching for the ending, only end up not walking
Now I'm Stephen Hawking in my wheelchair pushing up to the mic spitting this lyrical poison
I'm a mutant being hunted by humans
I represent the weirdos with no direction
Freaks and cripples with pain pill addictions and ugly ass geeks who don't get no affection
The public got my mind twisted and contaminated. I can't take it
So f*ck trying to be accepted by the fake and plastic Botox-injected spray-on-tan puppets
If you got it you got it, but if you don't learn to love it and live with it
Scream, "THIS IS WHO I AM BITCH!"
Burning Flags and Burning Bridges
Burning Beds and Burning Bitches
Burning Man and all his riches
Gonna burn the world; use it for my blunt ashes!
Writer: Douglas Johnson
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