Feel this rage, it's coming out. No more fooling myself. I'm disconnecting my head. . It seems insane. I'm droppin' bombs on your moms. From my Enola gay.
I got hands of Gods, I got Chinese bodyguards. I got Christmas down to a steal. With a degree in rejection, I like to preach. Straight from the constitution, my right to blitzkrieg.
Damage control. Damage control. Damage control. Damage control. . The styles you rented, the heart you faked. The big martyr of all the rattlesnakes. You're an echo narc sabotage land mine.