[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