somebody call the bomb squad working in a warehouse and a package has no label could a been me , this thing was unstable boxes fell down and a boom was heard echo through the place like a stampeding herd months later and there's a new norm lightning striking twice only this time was biological in form he needed to vent so he put anthrax in the facilities vents I live vicariously through my music so I apologize for the intrinsically dark nature of my spitting now I'm all alone just sitting girls asleep in the next room over and all I can say is I dont envy her last time I vented they sent a convoy convoluted rhymes about murder and mayhem some of you thinking good golly there no savin him shut your mouth and listen