(Sam Boice verse) ... Hurry up and go Pedal to that metal If we wait here any longer they gon lock us in that cellar It's hell bro I thought hell froze I was in there for so long I though my body would decompose Latches on my clothes Strapped to wheel chairs for their safety I suppose What's this Oh sh** they put a tracking device underneath my skin Here gimme that knife Ouch That will buy some time they think I'm lying in a ditch But listen I got some schemes from Brad Pitt no 12 Monkeys I set em all free and Watch em all flee amongst the people wait and see Huh Verbal virus in my DNA And I spray like radioactive decay Everyday like Groundhog day I'm dropping bombs Independence Day Got your moms Valentines Day She was pretty willing didn't buy her a bouquet Gave her my thorn like a rosary Then we got married and I made some mini-mes Hopefully they will grow up just like me and I can break em out the psych ward Oh lord Where's the chorus Missing like the bear's porridge Rhyming with the word orange Been insane yea the names still Lawrence