| Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause I'm the | |
| prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me | |
| sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, I'm holding our | |
| people above. No time to wait there's the gate proceed. | |
| I've got what you want and I've got what you need. I'm your | |
| musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand | |
| around your neck and your money unspent. | |
| They call me mister boombastic fantastic. Don't do nothing | |
| drastic you spastic, cause I bomb the mic like a fascist. I'm | |
| not even from America and I bury ya. Light in a coffin as to | |
| not to worry ya. Bury ya make you bounce like a berry ya'll. | |
| Make you giddy in you stomach like your sisters are ba ra | |
| bop. And now you met your match as I drain out your power | |
| and make you stop like a Seiko sports watch. | |
| Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a | |
| **********ing weirdo | |
| You see the laughing man he's a nut cause he's a Salinger | |
| fan It's the Quarashi plan taken from the Koran. They beat | |
| us up and they wait till we break but in the end this is just | |
| another earthquake. Repent and your lost, forget with all | |
| cost. It's a malady a sickness you can't floss. You gotta | |
| leave it behind, look around find a sign get back on the | |
| track and walk the fine line. | |
| Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a | |
| **********ing weirdo | |
| Check it check it out here I come not leaving till I'm done | |
| Please stay a little longer and you're gonna get some from | |
| the man from the crew, little boy blue. Wait until it's dark | |
| and we'll be home for you. Now you may **** up, you | |
| ****ing stuck up prick you better watch it before you make | |
| the whole world sick that's it. Making me ill, you know | |
| against your will. I'm throwing rhymes like grenades, | |
| making a kill. | |
| Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a **********ing weirdo |