a regular arachnid back with the hat trick a rappin maniac was a little rappin fat kid now i pack venues like they was a bowl microtrash microblast from my mighty microphone rap for my mom s bridge club back in the day at bible camp i would rap so maybe i could get laid backstage it was a blaze different days of rehearsal before i smoked the purple with a circle of urkles took my rappin to manhattan where the motto s do or die didn t know a single soul and soon it s suicide i m feelin microscopic down on madison ave i could jump from a window or in front of a cab then mc chris arrives said i ll surely survive if you feel like you can t function just start shuckin the jive don t drown in the sound of your certain demise just be a different person if you re hurting inside felt like i was weird like i didn t belong like i was broken and wrong and better off gone it s hard to see the future when the present tense is suckin it s hard to keep truckin when you re stuck at loser junction you can t call it quits don t throw in the towel you can take a lot of licks so never listen to the owl don t listen to the pundits the haters or the critics you can suck my di dick take a leap at chappaquiddick the chronicles of riddick watched the movies and the credits i wouldn t leave the theater cause i felt like i d regret it the city was so big and frankly it weren t feelin right and besides i wanna find out who s the dolly grip on demon knight but then i met a friend and he kinda showed me music nofx and mtx it mixed me up like rubix i found a path and called it rap it helped me escape if you feel rotten and forgotten remember there ll be better days that you can never give up never surrender 