I'm about to go on a damn rampage
Dylan comin' with that bump that'll put your punk a** on the front page
You got a problem with me? Whats your sons age?
I'll put you both under, just like John Cage
I got enemies, lord knows Dylan Ross got enemies
As to be expected, all of 'em suffer from pa**ive-aggression
Obsession, and jealousy
Whats the matter with the media
Matter of fact
Whats the matter with everything
Everything in this world is f**ed up, cause of people like you
Bottom line
Thats the thing
f** politics
f** a wedding ring
Burn logs
Have an orgy in the woods
In this lifetime
In a million different dimensions
I'd have a billion orgies, if I could
Infinite goddesses across the nation
Double penetration
All up in rotation
Lost all sense of feeling, after masturbating
But I got my bo*er back, after waiting
Let me get back to what I was saying
To the motherf**ing task at hand
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my Sextrafikanistan
dil*os instead of guns
And guns like Afghanistan
Sextrafikanistan
What you goin' to school foe (x2)
I heard you go to school, hoe )x2)
You look like you ain't having any fun
Or makin' any dough
You look just like a shallow hole with no hope
Come on babe