Party People on the dance floor
Tell me what the fuck does your life even stand for
Fall through the trap floor, some whores looking glorified
Ekspan from the Morgue, schizo – more than borderline
Binge Bro, Jabberjive – never make a sacrifice
Shitting on your pack of lies, and smack you in the afterlife
Rocking out to Mack the Knife, a modern night Sinatra
Got your girlie shrieking like some fat bitch singing opera
Boom Shocka Locka, got her locked up in the basement
Re-enacting Gerald’s Game and it is way abrasive
And yes I’ll drop some strange shit to feed this sick millennium
While telling tales of the heart to feed a Pit and Pendulum
Arrested with Development, I’m messed up taking mescaline
Regressing to a vegetable, but still confess a testament
The deadliest of residents residing in the country
Just a hungry fucking zombie and I keep it nice and funky


More often than not I’m running with a gang of hooligans
Known for taking mulligans, and pissing in the pool again
Pick apart the foolishness of yuppie mother fuckers
And these fists are full of dynamite so run and Duck You Sucker!
Go home and fuck your mother, dusted ugly buster
Just don’t cut the mustard and your guts are gonna rupture
So get left in a dumpster with Oscar the Grouch
Tears for Fear Shout, got poor posture and slouch
Play possum; drown in the Penobscot River
Don’t talk like Teller this Pen snips like scissors
Spine tingling shivers for folks of all ages
With signed, sealed, delivered jokes making front pages
I bring much persuasion to doubters and skeptics
The hour glass runs thin, get louder and wreck shit
Empower the hectic connected inventions
At reckless and un pretentious death conventions