I wanna thank you for let me be myself again 
Looking at the devil 
Grinning at the gun 
Fingers start shakin 
I begin [bad word] 
Bullets start chasin 
I begin to stop 
We begin to wrestle 
I was on top 
I wanna thank you for let me be myself again 
I wanna thank you for let me be myself again 
Beat on 

Dance to the music 
All night long 
Everyday people 
Sing a simple song 
Thank you for the party 
But I could never stay 
Many thangs is on my mind 

Words are in my way 
I wanna thank you for let me be myself again 
I wanna thank you for let me be myself again 

Flamin' eyes of peoples fear 
Burnin' into you 
Many men are missin' much 
Hatin' what they do 
Youth and [bad word] are makin' love 
Dig it for a starter 
Dyin' young is hard to take 
Sellin' out is so much, so much harder, now 
I wanna thank you for let me be myself again 
I tried, I tried 
I wanna thank you for let me be myself again 
I wanna thank, I wanna thank, I wanna thank 
(If he says anything else that's actual words I have no idea what they are)