I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed
you gave me shoes and pretty clothes,
and i gave you what i had between my legs
Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said
"I'm gonna be your right of passage,
so boy you better spread, spread em"

You said.. [bad [bad word] run as fast as you can
but you [bad [bad word] from the childcatchers hands"

I wrote your name in my [bad word] across the town
to warn the kids of your bloodshed
when i chased you with a burning cross,
my mother she wanted you dead

she said [bad [bad word] run as fast as you can
but you [bad [bad word] from our law given hand"

you said
"well i've got no time for victims and i don't think it was all that bad
and if you [bad word] to save yourself well then you deserve to be had
this is the age of constipation, this is the age of martyrdom
I think you even enjoyed it, I think I even saw [bad word]