[Verse 1]

I'm out of it
Clouded at the break of dawn
Panther claws slashin through my mind rate of mastadons stompin through some vines during not in their own time
I'm not on my own time its borrowed
I owe him my tomorrow
Tomorrows are filled with sorrow
Do you even really need it
The hungry bitch I feed it
Been like that since early stage of fetus
Feed us your murder threats rape dreams
Realitys a lie thats why hate things
Real. id rather live a fake life fake wife mass slaughter daily with a fake knife
Cakes right here
No money issues
I finally dont constantly ejaculate in tissues
Logic thoughts I miss you
Replaced you with bike helmets and pistols
Pig latin an stencils
Snort habits tenchu
Hit these hoes with the okie doke "doki doki"
Im going bowling with my innerself striking only
Whos that fag that I never really see
Lynard, the last panther posted in the trees
Enter, the last jungle that youll ever see
Youll only see me with the box cutter things
In my pockets
Happiness this not it
Laughing in the cockpit
As I crash an burn peoples lives? im not concerned
With them at all
Let souls withdraw with a slotzenburg man as the cause
And im standing tall

[Break]

Whats the matter tracey vocal chords getting lazy like a married man who owns a van with no sex lately?
Has three kids ones a bitch the others gay the thirds a genius
2nd grade he told his teacher fuck this class and youre an idiot
So put him in the gifted room hes stressin
Teacher takes roll
Ironiclly hes never present
Until on friday _____ is there smiling with a weapon that he sprays hitting the sign that says he had a good day