I’m way sick of waiting, I’m ready to go, feel like I’m wasting away deteriorating I can’t wait ‘til the day when my fate and I are face to face “Let’s put a smile on that face” let’s all be brainwashed, Till pain rains down like raindrops And ALL that remains of us is blood-stained cloth With what you’re portraying you must be praying to an insane god You Christians think you’re radical? Real Christianity would make your church and the services look like magic shows Reluctantly giving ten percent of your income I’m talking gladly giving everything you have and then some Be God is love– don’t wait for him to do it And justify every awful philosophy you have since concluded Sunday school, youth group, bible study – cancel it Study the fruits of the spirit, period – that’s it Christianity is NOT a religion It’s a universal decision to love all men and women [WITHOUT EXCEPTION] It’s likely I’ll offend you; I’m not making any promises Love will prove itself, while I’m remaining anonymous far as I’m concerned I’m slain in life and gone from it WHAT YOU BELIEVE CAN BARELY MAKE YOU AN ARGUMENT [I CAN'T STAND YOUR ATTITUDE] I’m only hoping you’re the last one let into heaven and I die after you We raise kids to embrace God Wear a skirt or a suit, but confronting a sinner is like a face / off Nobody needs your judgment or analysis Beat down and left laying in the back of an ambulance This is how I act for fun **** holding back my tongue KILLIN IT til the second a panic attacks my lungs I’m back, here I come - it may be unsettlin Welcome to my solo album ladies and gentlemen

I cheat, I steal, I lie, I want I lust, I lust, I lust, I lust, I judge, complain, I’ve yelled, I’ve drank I’ve smoked, I hate, I’m ugly, I’m fake I know, nothing, I’ve assumed, I’ve mocked I have not forgiven, I’ve often fought I’m far, from good, I’ve cursed, a lot I pretend that I am, but I know that I am not [I don’t believe you] you were born and always been inside a church home Feeling that you deserve a lot of what you don’t deserve so The words show that Jesus loved the type of people you ignore He broke the laws [and on the Sabbath day] he would do it more [I don’t believe you] you claim you suffer from an acne problem While a billion others die from aids and from a lack of water [I feel bad for you] Americans- we beat each other We have too much of everything, we don’t know what it means to suffer So leave a legacy or die anonymous? Why forgive us of our trespasses if we’ll just climb a taller fence? You’re too busy planning school shootings at minor colleges You need to be original [go see your gynecologist] Instead of growing weaker I would rather fight through all of this And quit romancing thoughts that were only designed for arguments Let your problems lose their grip and give your mind some oxygen And give it time [you make take a while to cry apologies] I sit here and don’t understand The language you’re speaking between each other sounds like its foreign or from another land Perhaps an interpolation of your interpretations And energy concentrated and traces of murdered basics Either idolizing the Bible or ignoring it biblically But there’s never a middle ground when you try and belittle me You’re like a wannabe terrorist 4’ 8” in the Middle East Jesus is like a CATHOLIC PRIEST GOING ON A KILLING SPREE And Satan’s just a cop-out [we blame everything on Satan] “It’s not our fault” [can’t we just say that human nature is fatal?] You’re not a good person [you’re a plagiarized publication Of your savior, ain’t you religious gangs ever read Galatians? You’re staying under the radar; your hatred’s wearing a mask You’re too good for me, and [my faith apparently is an act] So whether I’m a Christian or not [it’s really up to you] Cause I couldn’t care less and [you’ll conclude it if you wanted to] [We’re all equal] but that’s too bad the group of people Who suppose to understand that just don’t think so If you think the book of James doesn’t really pertain to you If you were truth and I was engaged to you [I would say we’re through] You’re faith is not considered when they know what the scripture is Your hate is deliberate, your language is gibberish Your fake in your appearance [what you do and say is different They had a relationship [and the baby, it was illiterate] I’m not worthy for church people, you’re not converting me Becoming a member would just be confirming my certainty I’m not being mean; I am concerned for this emergency You heard me I ain’t murdering; I’m speaking till it hurts to breathe The purpose of these words [I admit that I am guilty] If I lived by the law [then the law would kill me] I’m talking to myself and pointing my finger I’m not approaching my past and not avoiding it either I’ll make you mad [get you irritated] disappoint you I don’t want your expectations of me to destroy you Just because I’m a Christian, don’t you ever assume me not smoking weed doesn’t mean I couldn’t if I wanted to I don’t know a lot of truth [I’m not good] good and bad people Don’t exist [I’m suicidal when inside a vehicle] I do what I shouldn’t do [a lot of you wouldn’t get it] I don’t do what I should do [I’m not afraid to admit it]

[RAP] You dream it and you live it I mean it, and when I’ve speaking what I’ve written It’s to put you into an obedient submission And I quit if I can’t make you immediately listen Let’s face it, we’re all fiends, we’re addicted I say I hate it, but I need it I admit it [I] smoke it [I] take it [I] eat it [I] sniff it I’ll tear you apart if you ain’t spittin meaningful lyrics I care for this rap, call it a hobby, a habit Call it your life; but there’s a difference between talking and babbling And I apologize, but I was raised on Shady so I can’t help but hate half of what’s playing on the radio I may appreciate what you’re saying but hate the flow You need to tune in Drake and Lecrae and take some notes you heard real talent it would take your breath away and If you faced it you’d be so embarrassed you would fake your death today My tracks may NOT be number one in construction But matching this passion may give your lungs a concussion Its fact that rap is becoming redundant I’m taking half of rappers and punching them in the stomach This is the way I’ve been, this is the way I am And I refuse to change for bad or ever fabricate to fans From this day on, things won’t be the same I aim to please, and I’m pleased to aim shots fired [check] they fired back [check] You said you want to battle, if you want it come and get it On fire [check] fire right [back] You said you rap so whatchugondoboutit? Take a belt to your rap career until pain is felt I don’t sympathize for a synthesizer so [BRACE YOURSELF] And if your faith is real, take a breath and pray for help You’re about to enter the seventh circle at the gates of hell And a lake of fire, understand I came this far [RAP] – You break my heart; I came here to raise the bar I listen – I’m afraid I can barely sustain a yawn I’ma take that last leg you’re standing on and break it off You can take that as I’m making a promise The weight from the game I’ma take it upon me Pen to this page ain’t afraid to be honest I say what I say and I’ll say it regardless Ring on my finger I’m making a bargain then Circle my heart you can make it the target Wesley the surgeon and warren the sergeant and Take it to heart and then bang it the hardest Let nothing go unfinished, love so much no one can stomach it Don’t let a second of a beat go by that doesn’t get punishment Apparently rap has gotten embarrassing And needs a match and kerosene for necessary therapy Put your favorite album on and go turn off the lights Or close your eyes, I can only hope to bring your heart to life Beg for mercy, Paper trail, the LP and The Show No matter what it is they’re guarenteed to help me let it go This is the way I’ve been, this is the way I am And I refuse to change for bad or ever fabricate to fans From this day on, things won’t be the same I aim to please, and I’m pleased to aim shots fired [check] they fired back [check] You said you want to battle, if you want it come and get it On fire [check] fire right [back] You said you rap so whatchugondoboutit? You hesitate to gasp – this rap will waste you So fast at your face it will decapitate you I can’t wait – I don’t have the patience I’ll rap till I’m outlasting lacerations Forget the toll that the asthma’s taking I laugh in the face of exasperation Refuse to entertain in vain and not be heard Don’t know whether to catch a thief or to kill a mockingbird So put me into the hurt locker and lock me in Every song’s a bomb that I’m dropping onto the audience If you’re a rapper and you Babel I’m strapping you into the jacket and taking a saw to your Adam’s apple Half of what you rap is a bold-faced lie I advise a shot of arsenic and old lace – twice Now I’m going to pretend as though you’re still alive Every time you live for you, you die a little inside Rap is obviously at a steady decline And a rapper ain’t worth your time if you ain’t pressing rewind Don’t lie to me; you’re not the best rapper alive I use your CD to put me asleep while I drive This is the way I’ve been, this is the way I am And I refuse to change for bad or ever fabricate to fans From this day on, things won’t be the same I aim to please, and I’m pleased to aim shots fired [check] they fired back [check] You said you want to battle, if you want it come and get it On fire [check] fire right [back] You said you rap so whatchugondoboutit?

See what you’re hearing is nails on a chalkboard Nails on a chalkboard? John what you talk for? Doing what I love, what you doing with your life? You talk a lot too; I just do it with a mic Wouldn’t you rather hear nails on a chalkboard? Nails on a chalkboard? – John what you rap for? Your criticism is more than we could ask for The end comes faster at you when you fast forward The music created is nails on a chalkboard We're on our way to making you hate us a lot more Basically we’re the teenagers your mom warned You about so hatred ain’t mistaken for God stories I know a lot of drama is uncalled for - BUT We never said the lyrics spitted would solve war We keep 4 X 4’s stocked in a sock drawer Cocked back and ready to be swinging them back and forth You’re trying to get under my skin and top WARREN He’s the veteran; you’re a sophomore You’re walking straight forward into a locked door This is ours; you’re playing in our basketball court You’re jaw is sore and falling short is a tall order We plan on rocking from California to Baltimore So what is this our fault for? Forget it – here’s the chorus for nails on a chalkboard The music created is nails on a chalkboard Nails on a chalkboard? John what you talk for? Doing what I love, what you doing with your life? You talk a lot too; I just do it with a mic Wouldn’t you rather hear nails on a chalkboard? Nails on a chalkboard? – John what you rap for? Your criticism is more than we could ask for The end comes faster at you when you fast forward We’ll make you popular, wherever you started off Is a lost cause, causing you stress, it’s hard to talk We’ll give you what you want, everybody gon know you You will gain everything, but there’s still some motions to go through We told you we will make you oh so popular Leave it to Sergeant Beau and surgeon John, they are doctors you sure it’s what you want? The procedures not hard to do But there may be bleeding and screaming and pieces and parts of you upon receiving word and seeing a scar or two You’ll be all over the news people be reading articles Talking to each other about you crying and need to know We’ll make you so popular that you’ll have to hide to be alone they’ll come and find you while you are trying to sleep at home No time alone, but that’s the price of being known I’ll stay as long as you don’t want me but you need me But the second that you want me but ain’t needing me I’m leaving you’re always complaining life is totally lame You ain’t getting what you want and you ain’t noticing change [RIGHT?] you wouldn’t mind if I cut off both of your legs Sawed off your arms and then told you to walk over here and wave [RIGHT?] Shame on you, Beau, I didn’t know you threw him down the stairs Apologize to him; see what they do when you appear They’ll find a piece of you there, and two of you here We’ll make you popular, but it could ruin your career The music created is nails on a chalkboard Nails on a chalkboard? John what you talk for? Doing what I love, what you doing with your life? You talk a lot too; I just do it with a mic Wouldn’t you rather hear nails on a chalkboard? Nails on a chalkboard? – John what you rap for? Your criticism is more than we could ask for The end comes faster at you when you fast forward

I’ma start by tying your limbs and take your crying friend And tie you to him and watch as you’re trying to swim And even though both of you die in the end I’ma pretty good story teller and I can pretend [WOW] now that I have your undivided attention Look at the way you judge and you wonder why you’re offended? My records are psychopathic and I’ma find the hatchet man Pry the ax from his hand and stab him as fast as I can There’s no relief now – you can get used to this headache This life is going by and I refuse to regret it It’s easy to take your whole life and throw it away It’s hard to see clearly with that veil over your face You can’t lie to your demons they know that you’re afraid And don’t let ghosts that plays game get a hold of your brain And don’t allow the past to grab at your throat Every breath you take may be the last that you’ll know High on life and want to write something highly violent Wish I could destroy every vibe and annihilate Every lie inside of me, I take pride in you buying it Speed dial 911, you’ll be trying to dial it Oh be quiet, we’re all blind pedophiles who violate Writing the downfall of our lives in violet September 11th, make a child the pilot Do what got done and redefine violent as childish Verbally I use hyperbole purposely And absurdities occur when words deter you internally Hear the words; I don’t curr if you’ve heard of me Honestly, I’m rehearsing; it’s too early for certainties I admire those making abstinence relevant But buying a purity ring is plastic and pestilent Backwards intentions, reject truth, and accept lies Stepping outside your beliefs might scare you half to death twice I’m not scared of death, death is scared of me But still it’s guaranteed to variously perish me How many different faces will this mirror see? what I hate about confusion in the clarity just tell the truth, being a liar is tiring And why I’m writing lines in the privacy of my diary It’s something that I can live for or die to entirely Are we dead to our desires or alive in the irony? Pretend nothing is intended argumentative Upset adults come from the sentences, not offended kids Jesus wouldn’t go to church, sick people need the medicine The medicine’s accepting everyone instead of to hell with them Can you read between the lines or are you like a feminist Crying and whining while slitting wrists on a precipice Or are you the pacifist optimist with the tendencies To rip ten inches from the appendages of a pessimist There’s no relief now you can get used to this headache Pretend nothing is intended argumentative Rid yourself of religion and run to love Rid yourself of religion and run to love Is what you believe from hearing your thoughts decide? Or just a theory you can empirically falsify What you want to hear won’t be appearing across the sky And if what I say has me disappearing you’ll all know why

I’m paranoid about being misinterpreted And misunderstood as if it’s even an emergency At the most I’m a fragile mind You can choose to believe demons don’t exist; I battle mine Far from a battle cry, but to cry is casual They say “come as you will, but treat you like an animal” feel like I have something to prove; it’s a matter of pride life and my decisions - this disaster of mine Rap is all I have and I don’t think you understand It’s the only chance I have to become a man You can call it obsessed, immature, or ridiculous But it’s unreal that Beau and I’s dreams would ever get to this Going from a pen and paper there’s no pausing in-between A microphone, a stage, and relating to audiences dreams Couples that prior to the concert were probly distancing And maybe the presence that I feel upon me isn’t me I GOT A NICE FLOW, I GOT HOT BEATS I GOT A DOPE CHAIN, I’M A BOSS G I GOT A QUESTION FOR YOU, FEEL ME? WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN IT GETS REAL Majority of trust is empty and subsequently I wonder if everything happens for a reason blaming it on luck is tempting What if venting was not allowed? Stop everything you’re doing you’re upsetting the crowd Line by line, show the frequency of my mind Hearing it in my words or seeing it in my eyes This is me sharing my faith We believe in anything like we don’t care if it’s fake What a shame, this faith is straight wasted (wasted) When, salvation is the only motivation Do you get my anger, it kills me to wonder What if for the suffering we were willing to suffer? Yeah, everybody’s in a God-crisis And We pretend like giving ten and keeping ninety isn’t lop-sided Come to church; feel better about you and your sin And when you need it in a week, come and do it again I GOT A NICE FLOW, I GOT HOT BEATS I GOT A DOPE CHAIN, I’M A BOSS G I GOT A QUESTION FOR YOU, FEEL ME? WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN IT GETS REAL Been hit hard enough by life to break bones? Take an oath for what you want; are you safe – no You can’t run, life will grab you and take hold it will stare you down and make you be thankful all alone get a call from a pay phone “listen, you’re baby sister, she’s on her way home” No! I just held her, laid her in her cradle Now we have to lay her in her grave only a day old? They say they know how we feel even though we know they don’t It’s why I find you saying “I’m sorry” distasteful Don’t want to wait a lifetime to be with my angel? But I wait a whole rainstorm just for a rainbow? That’s what happens when suicidal becomes a label No longer a rumor when imagination is playful Depression will be either inspiring or fatal Pain will straight up put you to sleep; tienes sueño. I GOT A NICE FLOW, I GOT HOT BEATS I GOT A DOPE CHAIN, I’M A BOSS G I GOT A QUESTION FOR YOU, FEEL ME? WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN IT GETS REAL

I keep a notebook open with two vacant sets of sixteen And a pen with memories of Cydney Blankenship and Tristi Thirty-two opportunities to talk, make some enemies And put to better use the very blessing that I get to breathe Yeah, I know that I’m often angry but I’m promising That all the speech I offer is positive, but is [arguably Hateful], life is full of questions, and we’re concluding them And we’re comfortable with life instead of constantly improving it I get so bent out of shape at the thought of an American Complaining about a rainy day and talking in arrogance Dissatisfied, upset, because we ain’t get what we want or something Thankful for nothing, saying we’re starving and clutching our stomach And all I see is a little girl sitting on the floor Holding her dying mother who’s trying to hold on for a moment more Daddy died of aids, no support, and all alone At four years old, three younger siblings, 2 dead parents, and no hope I can’t hear a single word you’re saying if you’re complaining And I want to give that expression on your face an abrasion Little miss sunshine – disturbing reality Every person is battling a plastic personality I’m not vulgar, I’m through with using euphemisms Converting to Sufism, and shooting up [with] the music business Through this pen I realized I could take my newest vision; and make you believe make-believe so I made it and I threw you in it A few decisions separate my future children From a normal life and a father out to prove his innocence I Thought I was good, but I know I’m lying, fake, and dishonest That’s why I stay away from words like hate, obnoxious Never, always, perfect, guarantee, great, and flawless Love, good, best, worst, insane, and promise I don’t trust me, I don’t love me, I don’t want me hurting you Sit me down next to my doubts, they’re becoming merciful I have nothing to say, I’m out of ideas A mouth full of quiet and eyes that don’t know how to cry tears You’ve tried crying out, now, stay ‘bout silence For noise violations you’ll be found face-down, dying I don’t ask that you kill yourself – know that But why we’re found strangled to death with your own hands? A glass of wine and a slow dance When I have a fit I need a mic and an audience to throw at Living and breathing ain’t being alive It’s living for everyone else [BUT WE CAN KEEP THAT BETWEEN YOU AND I] Speaking your mind is easy, what isn’t is leading the blind So do you listen to your heart or believe in your mind? [MY WIFE] has half my time [DEPRESSION] takes the rest of me [“WHAT’D YOU SAY?”] Nothing, I love it when you nag at me incessantly America, I have a complaint, baby, you ain’t able To know what pain is or even sustain a sprained ankle I dare you to complain again, I’ll make your day painful I’ll take your hate and make everything that you say hate you Christianity ain’t providing, it’s making fables That a relationship with God is only hoping faith will save you We all have faith in this recession of disaster And wonder if Obama is the question or the answer Children die invisible; you’re concerned for a will reading You’re still breathing, baby; you ain’t felt a real beating Rain, rain go away come again another day God, why do you hate me; why must you rain on my parade?

You don’t like me you like who I try to be I’m just like you, tied up to wires and strings What you desire is what I’m desiring I’m tempted to set me neighbor’s house on fire and leave Of course this all is executed privately Everything you think of me – execute it entirely Including the Christianity / rap half-breed I only CAN escape insanity WHEN I’m rapping What’s insane is a third of the world’s hungry But we couldn’t care less about third world countries Our American hearts tick with irony Until every selfish, last beat dies expiring Children are invisible and we can’t see That’s we’re the ones with money and could keep it all from happening [AT LEAST PARTIALLY] see, you liking me’s unlikely You don’t like who I am – you like who I try to be You don’t like me, you like who I imitate I’m not Jesus; I bow down and kiss the face Of unselfishness, hell is irrelevant Hell is self-centered, jealous, embezzlement There’s nothing good about me – let the hate begin And because this is something radio stations spin I’m making amends by taking my friends And showing the difference between spraining an ankle and breaking a limb brace yourself? you should be bracing your kids Art of persuasion – before you change into them They’ve been noticing limits to the way that you live They stopped living for them and started taking a risk Change the world if you change your attitude You have enemies and I’m afraid they’re after you If you could see through me, you wouldn’t be liking me But you may forever like the person that I try to be You don’t like me, you like who inspires me Short fuse, my moods can swing violently I’m not who you think I am in your wildest dreams There’s a rivalry battle between my mind and me But don’t be minding me, I can finally die in peace I’m en route to you finding silence inside of me But silence is threatened by me, writing ink My well-being packed her bags and she’s trying to leave I’m trying to promote ideas unbiasly But, it’s unlikely that it will be done quietly To tell the truth, that’s only one side of me Fighting to lie and trying to hide what lies beneath I’m behind the wheel and I might fall asleep Without love your entire life is obsolete You people think since I’m able to love That you would like me if you had a clue what I’m capable of

Holding my head crying out to whoever’s there But ain’t nobody responding, I guess nobody’s cares Hoping you hear me got a lot on my mind If you’re there lord send me a sign i’m sleeping with a woman I don’t recognize Her name is chastity and I think she’s someone else’s wife I’ve never met this guy; I hope he’s not the jealous type I don’t remember but I think it was a special night [YEAH] let’s be part Christian, set the rest aside And disagree on small details, ok, now let’s divide Death is pretty if you hate life Hating life while loving dying while living is a hate crime I know I sound bitter, I know something is the matter Can’t go to church no more and not want to disrespect the pastor Don’t predict a fairy tale ending, expect disaster Her husband saw everything, and he says you stabbed her HELP ME; send me to the emergency room Hurting women isn’t something I purposely do Especially someone I never personally knew It wasn’t a fist it was a fit that I verbally threw She cried tears, but what she said was very untrue That I deserve forgiveness [I say they should bury me soon] I’ma rap til I run out words to construct Perfect and luck, deserve and enough, I’m murdering ya We slept together cause it was a rainy night I feel in love, I didn’t know she was the shady type And I have people telling me I should preach in a pulpit You know I don’t believe in know and I believe that you know it

This morning I woke up dead; not dead tired, I mean dead No heart beat; no breathing Drinking doesn’t really do it for me so instead I get drunk off what I write and give it all to you The unexamined life isn’t worth living Your worst Enemy would be the inability to be forgiving I hope your faith isn’t built on assumptions Don’t suffocate your children and husband Hold up a sign that says “the end is near” Most everybody doesn’t care and those who do repent in fear Hold up a sign that says “God hates fags” Probly the best way to get mocked and labeled “fake” Life must be bad when you’ve lost every bit of feeling And taking a break from hate and loving ain’t a bit appealing don’t think you know the nerves you’re probably upon Christians, burning copies of the Qur’an” You’re trying to send a signal and begging to get attention And putting a middle finger to the terrorists to test them Majority, if not, 99% of America Staring your church in the eyes, praying that’s where the terror comes speaking for yourselves but now we’re likely involved America, united we stand, divided we fall Prick, put your tail between your legs and look down Adding fuel to a fire troops are trying to put out September 10th you back down, was it a change of heart? Trip to New York; was it a game and you played your part? I don’t believe this is what you specifically want Just another fanatical publicity stunt 58? I’d swear to Muhammad you look seventy-nine My guess is in the future we’ll have plenty of time To prove you’re a coward and mouthing off is a problem [COME ON] what’s it gonna take to get you and Fred out of the closet You think it’s bad now, it’s bout to get worse Stones have been known to break bones and sticks hurt Man, terry, talking all that fire and brimstone Sounds like terrorism is what you use to hit home You’re a fraud, a lot of hatred shows deceitfulness Your daughter says you force your congregation to obedience Every tactic of your fanatical attitude Has every level-headed anti-radical mad at you Is it ironic or unfortunate? Ironic you’re a terrorist; unfortunate the media reported it So it’s only right that I jump on Pro Tools How could a whole church you used to call your own disown you I’d ask you if you could read between the lines But you already admitted that you didn’t read a single line We get it; extremists like you need to speak your mind We know you hate Muhammad and the Qur’an, but Jesus Christ

I believe what is most likely I didn’t lay out a bunch of ideas and now I’m following the one that I chose blindly Deserving and achieving are nothing but lies I’m standing on top of the world and I’m jumping tonight Duct tape around my ankles, I did it myself Put my wife on a chain and locked my kids in a cell To keep even a subtle thought of sinning beginning To keep my life as a Christian perfect, it is or it isn’t [LET ME BE CLEAR] a sinner is somebody who is pompous Life is built around everything they accomplish Attitude has little to do then with what they promise Ask yourself what you and this description have in common Grab your children, tie them to the alter Don’t let them go till they are crying to the father This is not what Christianity was built for The child that the church is giving birth to is still-born Don’t like the taste of Catholic, I won’t settle Baptist My faith and belief in love is full metal jacket Yeah, religion can be mind-numbing I guarantee that Mormons and Jehovah witnesses are hiding something (1)I’m not feeling it, (2) till the ceiling’s lit (3)The roof is on fire, Jesus camp is killing kids I’ll show you less verbal Sew my mouth shut and march a whole group of homosexuals into Westborough Naturally, I’d love to meet you and put hands to throat And leave no remains of you but your website and a ransom note Do the world a favor, come see me, picket at a show And let me watch as, your entire family gets trampled slow While you’re spending all your time alive Crying about what you’ve been brainwashed to believe; (shh) silence Christians; give everything you have away Will you suffer to better the lives of the people who suffer everyday? This is the way I’ve been, this is the way I am And I refuse to change for bad or ever fabricate to fans If you love advice - here – do not trust your eyes YOU may become the only person that you don’t undermine If every time you should apologize is justified You may find you’re losing your mind on Shutter Island Is your wife one of a kind or just another siren? you love pride would you cry at the sight of your lover dying? Because you’re trying to interpret your dreams It’s likely you’ll run into doubt that could deter your beliefs What church has become, it hurts me to see Because of my words it isn’t Ludacris to say that I could be disturbing the peace I’ll give you something to cry about Right in front of a giant crowd, rip every line out of your lying mouth Chew it up and spit it straight in your face Show you Proof that Dirty Harry is here; make my day Don’t mean to get you scared or upset But when your KIDS start reminding you of yourself it will scare you to death You’ve waited, here it is, If you want it, come and get it, brace yourself Attitude over what you achieve Love, provoke, suffer, we’re going out with a bang