Do you want a red hand?
cause the law is here to stand
Like you on my porch
sweating out the lord...
My glass is a bunch of porn
So what, you might ask, distills this little mans corns?
Where did hee have to go to afford his scorn?
Loud music, always gets busted
serious illusions, keep entrusted
But you never give mustard
Only hot breathe, sing-song and fussin, '
harsh reality gettin' nutted
bald men being studded
-uglier than redundant
But its not all fact
its just what people say is important
So stay with your lord of endorsement
he likes to do more than take foreignness
Oh encouraging origins
never forgetting the storminess
my girls tirelessness
my fire of childishness
I am so much closer to dialing in
than you with your smiling fins
swimming around in a pile of pins
So much farther away from commiting the ultimate sin
Than you in your bunker,
bleeding out your kin