Hello I'm stress, $#&@ you!
You're fired, and pregnant
'Cause I control this twisted carnival, hit the exits

I spent your rent on killin' children, chasin' red cents
Tasted birthday cake, wanna vote?
Invade with dead cents

From hemp scented bar parking lots where justice don't chill
To money hungry starvin' artists dressin' up with no skills
So hush, pretend it's a game

Just remember the pain
Write a song about the industries dust intrigued lust
Then it's the same jargon hardened garbage

How's your liver? How's your sister?
Drown her kids in liquor sips
Stereo sounds for six figures

It's bigger then right and wrong
It's writing songs for singing sheep to sleep
Bleach the sheets, Teathin' leeches teach the feast

On your babies dreams, 'cause maybe things ain't that bad
Not considering, I'm not the victim cop this image, cop this insulin
Rip the infants limb for limb

Stretch their skins for instruments
Bang the drum, bang the gun
Buy the jeans by the hope

Buy the smoke by the gallon
Buy the rope by the throat
Buy the talon by the rope

Buy the throat by the talon
Mimicking riddles fillin' abusions
Filling these shoes that's impossible

Fossils rockin' Big Macs and public hip hop and toppled obstacles, and stumbling
You've got a shot, humilities just an anchor
Work to turn the slaves into graves

Ashes to cash dust to pay dirt
Chalk up a favor, pay it later
For now we'll fake the sound

Ground shakin' anti-gravity
When your wallet weighs you down
Hip hop cultures flourishing worth worshiping these vulture skulls

Of target markets, red targets and carbon multiples
Of headings beading sevens, sixes and small print
I'll be Tyreseus to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin %#@!

I'll be Tyreseus to lead these lemmings towards the dolphin %#@!
They have eyes but do not see
I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin

I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin
I'm not the victim, cop this image, cop this insulin
I'm not the victim, I'm not the victim, I'm not the victim