[Verse 1] I'm out of it Clouded at the break of dawn Panther claws slashin through my mind rate of mastadons stompin through some vines during not in their own time I'm not on my own time its borrowed I owe him my tomorrow Tomorrows are filled with sorrow Do you even really need it The hungry b**h I feed it Been like that since early stage of fetus Feed us your murder threats rape dreams Realitys a lie thats why hate things Real. id rather live a fake life fake wife ma** slaughter daily with a fake knife Cakes right here No money issues I finally dont constantly ejaculate in tissues Logic thoughts I miss you Replaced you with bike helmets and pistols Pig latin an stencils Snort habits tenchu Hit these hoes with the okie doke "doki doki" Im going bowling with my innerself striking only Whos that f*g that I never really see Lynard, the last panther posted in the trees Enter, the last jungle that youll ever see Youll only see me with the box cutter things In my pockets Happiness this not it Laughing in the co*kpit As I crash an burn peoples lives? im not concerned With them at all Let souls withdraw with a slotzenburg man as the cause And im standing tall [Break] Whats the matter tracey vocal chords getting lazy like a married man who owns a van with no s** lately? Has three kids ones a b**h the others gay the thirds a genius 2nd grade he told his teacher f** this cla** and youre an idiot So put him in the gifted room hes stressin Teacher takes roll Ironiclly hes never present Until on friday _____ is there smiling with a weapon that he sprays hitting the sign that says he had a good day