[Intro]
(vocal samples from the film "A Clockwork Orange")
[Verse]
I k** a white Republican stealing my rights in publishing
Fire on a judge for getting me fired up again
Shoot up your house, come back two months from now
And light it up again while you try to run from it
I put the truth in my song, but I cuss in it
If you think I should be censored because of it...
You on your knees to a corrupt government
Dumb it up then you can s** a dick, you can stomach it
f** a b**h with a bad body and dump her
One that's on the cover of a copy of Hustler
You're somebody 'til your body gets punctured
A grave digger piling bodies on top of each other
We match whips, we mahjong clothes
I'll hit you upside your oblong dome
You'll be underwater with Long John's bones
In a locker quick, like Davey Jones
Sleep you with a hockey stick, like Casey Jones
Pop hits, that's the radio
It's all happy days, it's all a patch of daisies
I'm all Patrick Swayze, Ghost!
The body stays, shadows take the soul
I try to yell, the words can't escape my throat
I grab towards my girl to bring her close
My arms pa** through her like they're made of smoke
I fell from the Moon to Earth
Through the clouds, to the ground, through the dirt
And in darkness I take the hand of Lucifer
He takes of the hand of God, and yeah, that's the Universe
If it's "k** or be k**ed," do the first
Same applies to dimes, keep in mind, even Mother Goose'll burn
I feel like a white Republican; Ron Paul
On call, in it for the long haul
I want a shot caller on a blonde doll
This rap game gon' put me on... I put that on y'all