Well, I'm a child I'm a voodoo child
Tell me ouija board, who's peaking in my window Couldn't be Peter Pan he's got a fuckin' evil grin The board's spelled out E V I L twin C A T F I S H that's you again Fucking right I'm coming out to play, you should bow and pray Look up to the sun and blind cause I'm about the only one to relate To the Michael that you want to But it really gonna pay off because that fucking outlaw inside you's gonna get ya either way Now be the for the order Obviously your the sort of kind of warrior the border probably want to let through the door Cause all the commonal' is that you're to the poor and overworked singing out the story they can all be proud of But the sound of power showers louder speakers in the boring hip-hop court lobby. (Uh) I'm a super freak, James bitch, you can do for me I take a 9 smoke ya man and drop him off with a lighter down on hookah I'm everything you could be, make you MC read his elegy while I pull my zipper behind a tree Man died here, "Yela', you can pee?" Yep! I don't care a grave owner Hater I care if I don't pay when I enter places, if it's a million people waiting to enter Fuck a VIP I to see a stage and listen to no roast Just a wave of a bunch of from the days and I this place, me in the center I'm sicker a hick up in the heat with syphilis and hepatitis They sucking on a pipe like (kid of lice?) plus survivors that can be It's better that you grab a sweater Better yet a jacket from a closet rack And maybe get a pack of antibiotics for the hi-fi phonics that I share there's a catfish breathing air There's not two, not a there That's not a they, another year That's ball park all together Frank got a fake gold No tank And a golden 45 at the pitcher Motherfuckers play a pickup game? Bones hit the I'm so on my own that I won't quit I'm so on my own out here that I can't If you quarrel leaving, paint it, and grenade the gains in the ground of the Hollywood Fuck bodies bang this in your You can with me it's free Styles I got piles, flows I got I got crowds, hoes I'm not proud Open your mouth, slow leaking out, you a beer Towels on the floor, on the floor Grounds on the floor, now you Loud as a boar Why a boy look in the mirror? I say today is the day that I wake up and outside And the entire globe bright purple just by popping this little pill here, ya dig? I'm the reincarnate of a Vietnam vet. chasing a group through the With a mind a tumble-weed, blood shot eyes, and I'm chewing on a twig My great great grand daddy fed me and told me it was chocolate He must of known I some spice in life, I was too big for this piece of shit town You try putting a dream inside a box, that box would Dilapidate, evaporate, with sound For the in the back of the broken Volkswagen, parking the bug in the parking lot and rolling baggies Walking the festival, then profiting off the these people yearning, burning For LSD, for the lettuce head in me I give you props if you grow crops Keep your tie-die and flip Yippee-ki-yay if you stop. (Don't stop)
And at the same time I'm right here in picture frame Yeah! did I say now Cause I'm a child Lord knows, I'm a child