[Slug]
 They love the taste of blood
 Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
 Maybe they're as evil as they seem
 Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
 "Atmosphere finally made a good record."
 Yeah right, that [bad word] almost sounds convincing
 The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as this
 Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
 "Get real." they tell me
 If only they knew how real this life really gets
 They would stop acting like a silly [bad word]  They would respect the [bad word] whether or not they believed in it
 Doesn't take much and that's messed up
 Because these people do a lot of simple [bad word] to impress us
 While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
 I was just a ghost trying to catch someone's[summers?] Pac-man
 Hello ma'am, would you be into restin'
 In some ual positions and emotional investments
 See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
 When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
 East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
 Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
 Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
 God Bless America, but she stole the from "Bless" (Accept it)
 Now I'm too [bad word] up to dance
 So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants
 You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
 So go pry open that [bad word] and get those amps (You know!)

 [bad word] x2]
 In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
 Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
 You see me move back and forth between both
 I'm trying to find a balance
 I'm trying to build a balance

 [Slug]
 So now I keep a close eye on my pets
 Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
 It's eat, sleep, [bad word] in self defense
 So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
 Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
 Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
 Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
 With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
 Yeah I got some last words, [bad word] ALL OF YA'LL!
 Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
 Gotta journey the world in a hurry
 Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
 Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
 But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
 Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
 But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium

 [bad word] x2]
 In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
 Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
 You see me move back and forth between both
 I'm trying to find a balance
 I'm trying to build a balance

 I gotta find my balance
 I gotta find my balance

 [Slug]
 Now all my friends are famous
 It's either one thing or another
 They all don't know what my name is
 Probably know both of my brothers
 The one is a hard workin' savior
 The other's a hard workin' soldier
 I'm just your next door neighbor
 Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
 You wait for the car at the corner
 Pretend like you know what the pot is
 Won't quit till I hit California
 And make you my Golden State goddess