Ayo, yo

You know I'm sayin', I feel like a fuckin', feel like an oil slick fuckin' seagull (Hetera)

I'm chained to the sworn over the trash (word), the garbage heaps (Hahahahahahaha)

Again, this shit comin' from my kitchen (Yo)

This all the deviant fans, this is all of the followers, the patient fans, the fans who jump ship (Fuck outta here)

I'm just gonna spit this shit, I wanna hear nothin' (Word, by the lake house...)

By the lake house caught the fear

Check this out

Blak Church shit, yo (Spit that shit, man, yo)

Yo

My brain drugs in a toilet flushed

Anarchic gun oil bust

They gave us a cycle that kill for ten foil crumbs

Delusional, my head dead and vacant

Still convinced I was (um) only sent to a hospital as a kid, to test medication

Nobody ever wrote my shit (Nah, man)

I never fuckin' wrote one bit for nobody

I don't even condone ghostwritin' (Word up)

I got phantom pains from ghost bitin'

Left and raped, chewed up and spit out the scene and cloned by it

Broke in a temple, I'm just a stoned pilot

Mentally ill monarch, my eyes sunken and mysterious

I'm just a sex addicted king like Tiberius

Believe me, it's a trip, most of your leaders will rat like Leary did (That's right, man)

My brain cells are burned off

Last soul Ive at the Burgoff?

Mouth gettin' ugly like Cap's burnt jaw (Uhh, what? Fuck outta here)

No dreams of me being Gomez gettin' birds off

I'm on stage lookin' like I was in Gummo with my shirt off

- You come to my show, you goin' to a war, and I'm out for violence, chaos, un-lawlessness all the way, I don't care about anybody, or anything except for myself, and my mission, and your kids out there, if you got kids out there, they're gonna be my kids, I'm gonna own those kids, they're gonna be anything that I say

- And why is that, why would they do anything you say?

- Because I'm the king, and they can identify with me, because the real true art in form is children, and this country is sick and tired of their parents, their school, their people force-feedin' them what to do, I am the answer, when they listen to my lyrics, and they listen to my songs (okay), they gon' send that shit their way, they really should be, and you know that and I know that, so don't, frame, 'cause your kids, are my kids!