from thr sky as I fall down wandering like baphometh I came calling got mo names than shell got propane mare flammable than Cocain got that slug tucked back as I'm Cobain and I intent to leave nothing else than brain matter, doest matter how many females I chitchatter always end up in some miss mathers fuckin vaginas I go madder than a psycho lookin for 5-0 so I can test the paradox of my survival ain't the fittest, but the fastest, realest pray to the lord that he don't decive us but receive us even the meanest and your baby's momma hanging round in my pajamas now i in my back part of the town where fools don't get crowned and the rats are drowned in that space my own zone for me I found