Okay quit playing with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a rap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that fuck your feelings Instead of getting crowned you're getting capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise In fact let's be honest That last "Relapse" CD was "ehh" Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I ain't going back to that now All I'm trying to say is get back, click-clack, blow 'Cause I ain't playing around There's a game called circle and I don't know how, I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still trying to figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't, this fucking black cloud Still follows me around but it's time to exorcise these demons These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!