i m a product of buck slips and cut wrists rambunctious when i feel like i m getting fucked with my wits connecting prophets to a light switch one flip permanent night bitch fuck with me and i can swallow your soul and watch rap gods grease like green bags of bill folds all outta control like an addict gotta blow tragic cause the medicine i need i can t afford maybe i should pay a visit to his home somebody tell the president i m on his fucking lawn too far gone to be fixed i ll and outdated it like a trace that i ll open this up to make me feel better the president loathes me the government hates me they taxing me and they stealing food from the babies we on a slippy slope but they know we can t afford it right i m bout to kill a mother fucker tonight let me say your dopeness tolerates influence on your life and we play it like adam and eve and take the first bite so sinful better believe this me and my brother have returned just like jesus so peaceful not a people we raise hell so they assume that we re evil i probably could go out and get an education if a teacher could hold a job for 15 seconds in this fucked up economy stripping me butt naked of all the money i make they be take taking it but ain t shit better though just a little bit deeper in the debt we done just a little bit closer to the ultimate fear where you get one phone call to try and post bail  don t watch society and what it became if not us than who the pass to blame i betcha feel any shame at the thangs that you see on tv cause your earth bound heaven is still a pipe dream what do i have to do when the plates on the table but plates with no food while lone ass people gotta go back to school pass the point of working overtime to pay dues this is your future see it and behold the life time of debt and enormous work load past on to you only and it s courtesy of us another trigger in the negative in god we trust 