[Verse 1: RAYGUN] I keep it '91 Like telephone tag with landlines I'll make your whole fam hopscotch on a land mine Psychiatrists dude, think I'm oh so sick You couldn't crush my f**ing hope with a two ton brick And f** Buddha, I'm blowing mucus And you could be my Judas, cross me Justified to a T Leave me a cross feed I'm awfully sorry for the things I say So grab your daddy's 38 and straight Blow me away I got a mac in it Vernacular, what's crackalackin'? Crack your back into an acid aftermath That ain't as spectacular as me I know I got an ego like the Romans And you emo like you Holden And I'm lethal like I'm holding Oh Lord, God bless my style And you're fin to get laid on Cheshire Cat smile I'm rearranging the tiles My mosaic is wild So versatile that I lose sight of myself for a while RAYGUN