09 – Unload / Explode

I wish nothing but death upon my entire species, the whiny teens my society breeds, the geeks that lie in a pile of feces, that eat grease n' die of diabetes, violent hippies buying tipis, signing treaties over why we need trees, Jesus freaks trying to teach me to be like them so that I can be free, guys that believe lies on TV, that despise change and the lives that we lead, they treat me like I'm ET ‘cause I don't want a home, with a wife and three seeds. Please... I'll leave your seed an orphan. When you walk down the street, proceed with caution. I'ma leave y'all squashed at the zebra crossing to live life in a chair like Steven Hawking / Bang - Smack your mother's dome. Crack your fucking bones. Bang... Smash the stuff you own. Trash your lovely home... / Rich men wearing rolexes, I hope you end up getting yo necks slit.
I find beggars so wretched. I'll toss a bill off a bridge and then tell 'em « go fetch it ». I'll wreck shit... I'm very unfazed. I'll break your kid's skull ‘til his head is concaved. We'll all end up burried one day but I won't waste liquor on anyone's grave. When the month of december comes round, I'll be dressed as Santa in the center of town, Tech under my gown, I'll let off one round, a "Ho Ho Ho", and a heavy gun sound. "Merry Christmas", I wet the dumb crowd and everybody dropping when that weapon comes out. I'ma keep poppin. You better run pall ! Cause I ain't stoppin til everyone down ! / Bang - Smack your mother's dome. Crack your fucking bones. Bang... Smash the stuff you own. Trash your lovely home... / What's up with all the anger ? I wish I had a healthy brain. I never stare in the mirror... I find someone else to blame. My dame's rage been well restrained, but lately she dealt with pain. I play strange and selfish games. She hates the fact she can't help me change. Cause changing ain't negotiable : Getting wasted makes me sociable. After shows I may pose or toast with you, but deep down I feel hate for most of you. At the after parties, I keep looking to get any good looking hooker or sket, connect with a woman ‘til her pussy gets wet and when I get up next day, I'm full of regret. I upset my liver four nights a week, and every morning when I'm sore, I repeat to myself "chill for a fourtnight at least", but can't alter my flaws or fight the beast. I am weak, I stagger home DRUNK, feeling real BAD as I babble old JUNK. I'm just a scumBAG, and this cannot go ON cause I really don't KNOW how this cannot go WRONG... / Bang... Flames rise on my gut.. The Fire fucking me up... Finna fucking errupt... I feel it building like... Bang.