When the bomb drops I’ll put on some old-school hip-hop And blast it out the window Loud enough for the block Every cop who stops Gets a joint and a Glock If he vows to fight for me And always give my Mom props When I’m on top I’ll take their batons to the pawn shop Buy a sick train And hit the rails non-stop Fill it fulla dames With big eyes and deep thoughts And arrange for a tour Of the refugee squats When the bomb drops You will never see it coming By that time I’m a hundred miles and running Talking about arms like I never shot one My very first birthright was a loaded gun When survivors are overwhelmed by disease I’m protected by a host of STDs Bionome is skewed for my protection Mine is the only post apocalyptic erection When the bomb drops I’ll put Melania Trump on a leash And have her snifffin out skunk While I’m keeping the peace A white terror Like Chiang Kai Shek Snatching up your barrel Cause I ain’t high yet At the cop shop I’ll call up a band to play be-bop Moptops with the chops To make the songs pop When the bobby soxers come To the big sock hop We'll make them play hopscotch While we take pot shots Stashed lots of drugs for my injection Cache of guns for my protection Your downfall leads to my big chance While I thrive You wipe doo-doo from your pants My crew’s got knowledge Take you out of commission You’re armed with tips stolen from your beautician New world order is my peoples’ distinction You’re the old breed going into extinction When the nuclear bomb drops I’ll round up every clown in the park blocks Go to the down house And wake Alvaro up Hitch a ride to his sailboat Tied to the sloop dock And hit the high seas Like a silver fox Goody gumdrops With luck I can fish for my cook pot I’ll suck your dick For a 5G hot spot Even if your yacht’s like Fort Knox Me and the fops got it locked For the whole Apocs When the bomb drops you might as well be dead Gonna watch you suffer while we prosper instead Not talking bout a place with an isolated camp A network round the world has always been my stamp Uniting all our people and we’re pissing on your church steeple Redraw the borders to the preference of our allies Sharing an abundance of essential supply The freaks’ glory is the squares’ demise

What have I done? Bridge too far Laser guided rig Coming like a missile First warning sign Hearing train whistle Blind from the crystal Gunning on a three day wire Running twenties of the funny stuff From bar to bar Helicopter beats And they’re ringing the bell Better call an ambulance? Too early to tell Back at the motel Swapping dollars for weight Till the cops knocked the top in Now we’re off to the gates Different kinds Of getting high For you and I Surrounding company Creatures most fine Is it for your pleasure? No the pleasure is mine Hungry all the time Doctor Lecter got no time for snacks Bout to beat the first collector Ever busted your stacks Maybe put it there Not intended to go Might have crossed the line But I clearly don’t know Lost control Bit her just for giggles and shits Now the word’s all over Twitter That I tried to eat her tits A man with a code takes his stand on the road Until he flies to close to the sun How fortunate the man with none Question the existence of an android named Void Just the type of person that you’d hope to avoid Coming from the earth in primordial slime Victim is the image that perpetuates the crime Giving the impression that I’ve done the hard time Clouded disposition like an irritated mime I’m about as subtle as a bowler in Columbine When you speak the truth, I will claim it as mine Violent tendencies Never in my nature Purging this speech From my nomenclature A man of my stature Never had to learn to dampen the swag Popping off clever When they come to trample a fag Male hormones Leading to distraction Never underestimate Potential for reaction Factions Mob around and call my bluff Leave my sobbing on the ground Cause I ain’t that tough

They're blasting every channel On the idiot box I'm just trying to get settled With my Jameson rocks Puddletown Ladykillers talk the walk That's how the ducks flock In a town that sucks cock Must I walk ten paces Turn around and shoot For another pretty face In her birthday suit? Wearing puddletown pasties At the Earth Day shoot Well that's how the boot scoots In a town with loose roots No shoes allowed In the bouncy house And my whole crew's outside On the time-out couch Puddletown Ninety bucks for a lousy ounce? That's how the mouse pouts In the trap where doubts crouch Hold a minute mister (which) drug you talkin about? Hear “ninety bucks” And it make this cat pounce With the kind of money That I make in this town Call it in quick Cause I’m overdose band When I eat the pussy Sure to munch on a mouse My crew is trans All in Japanese blouse I’m on the blocks When I suck the cocks Cause I sling rocks With the golden locks Dude hooked me up Got free pair of socks Five-star cooking In a gentrified wok Who'da thunk the same kids Used to spit at my Mom Would show up drunk and thizzed To play Zulu Dawn In Puddletown And if Kim Jong dropped the bomb He could not aim wrong At the town of the same old song Meet up in the park Doing fu-lan-gong Lace it with meth When I smoke the bong Buy a penis pump Make my dick all long Mommy musta drank Cause I turned out wrong La-la Land is coming unfurled We’re holding hands singing we are the world You came to catch 'em all But forgot your yellow deck Never take a fall Cause I ain't that type of chelloveck Puddletown Weaker than mellow sex With cuddle sounds Speak a bellowed hex To make the muggles frown Sure as Othello's neck's A subtle brown Peace to all my fellow wrecks The huddle round WON’T find THIS in a tourist brochure CRITICISM STINKS like a heap of manure If CITY was a PUSSY then this PUSSY make me PURR Up in Oregon just like Gordon’s FBI ON that dirty SEX and you know I get HIGH Any other view lack the words to say MOVE it on BITCH and get OUTTA MY WAY CALLING out PORTLAND and you holla back “yay” now i ain't gluten sensitive but these crackas gimme the creeps cuz you know out here in puddletown the bullshit runs deep where the racists play "progressive" so they can hide from the heat-- you need two through your roof to send that bullshit to sleep, kids out in the streets yellin' "BLACK LIVES MATTER!" back home they see a tent and run to call the five-oh. All these “saint whiteboys” gotta go for sure-- I said all these saint whiteboys gots to go. No gluten issues-- crackas gimme the creeps cuz you know out here in puddletown the bullshit runs deep where the racists play "progressive" so they hide from the heat-- you need two through your roof to send that bullshit to sleep, kids out in the streets yellin' "BLACK LIVES MATTER!" back home they see a tent and run to call the five-oh. All these “saint whiteboys” gotta go for sure-- I said all these saint whiteboys gots to go.

Taking your time Looking all the way back, Jack Trying to find Where it went off the MAX track Made up your mind Out of fear of the knapsack Not to be unkind But for lack of information Apprehension hesitation For your place in the trife life Select an occupation Requisition a nice wife You base your destination On the man with the pied fife I feel no elation And assign no blame Our fears are different styles But we're losing the same game With too many miles On our deluded lame brains Coming at you all smiles Not to brag or to claim fame But to share strength On our uphill climbs You wrestle with regret When you’re past your prime But I never can forget All my ghastly crimes Offering my hand In the darkest times Do you fell the terror? No... well only sometimes Spiders crawl Spaces small Heights most tall Feel your fear Hold you near I love you, dear One and same Seeking fame Hiding shame Time is lost At what cost? Double cross You’re frozen like a pillar caught up in Medusa's stare You showed up in a nightmare all at school in underwear They always love to gamble Synthesized lives taking photos while they prance Absolute conviction, but they never take a chance Only destination is deleted by distraction Never manufacture consternation into action (it) figures that this story puts us all in the same faction I was scared of everything When I was just a tyke Scared to be alone Scared to ride a bike I was scared of my shadow Scared of my thoughts Scared of shrinks trying to make me What I was not Then I was the wittiest retard With the grittiest teeth And the shittiest skateboard On the whole Venice Beach But I teach myself To make the prettiest speech And beseech the sweet stars While the idiots preach Cause I was more scared to stay inside Than race the streets More scared to run and hide Than to face defeat Won’t eat the apple If the seeds are rotten And I’d rather be despised Than to be forgotten Spiders crawl Spaces small Heights most tall Feel your fear Hold you near I love you, dear One and same Seeking fame Hiding shame Time is lost At what cost? Double cross