[Verse]
Dropping A-bombs on the head of recruit
Spitting flame napalm that would worry the suits
I be pulling all the stops, if it means getting through
Feel the toxic knocks, if you breathing the fumes
But this feeling of freedom is breeding treasonous views
Getting rich off my demons is the reason I spew
And I'm sorry my poor little allegorical story is too
Important for more of the population than shorty
And in my 40s I'll be rocking the Delorean sporty
And spare no expense on the glorious spoiler-y