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 unpurest 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 smoking, snorting, pounding pills, morphine what else can I get for my nose vein itch I feel them downers kicking an inch I'm kicking doors in to some random lip syncin dumb bitch who thinks it's just a fuckin game stay in your lane fore I remove the cold bang Cobain stainless steel to your membrane you better remember the name Kurt koben, deadonentry still roaming leaving you dumb pieces of ass foaming by the mouth which is still open gapin wide like transforming sores on your dehydrated skin