pop into the cabinet, pop the perc perfect/ hows my body supposed to be a temple with no fuckin sermons/ Back into my heritage, my inferior versions/ Back into the reality that can't suppress my urges/ Get the molotovs/ and the virgins/ to keep these urchins/ fucking searchin/ for some decent bars Till I've done my purgin/ call this shit resurgence/ I'm fuckin back bitches this behemoth berserkin/ oh I'm shit? you're beneath the dirt then/ this fucking disturbance/ keeps getting on my dick and acting like a burden/ it looks like you just heard then/ the daily dose is back and I'm feeding you burban/ sunday spices I'd just like to/ rip up the surburbans/ you don't need much, this is omnipotent/ I'm the bomb I own it/ when I finnaly blow up/ your ass is gone I'm going/ It just goes to show then/ that at my low, I'm still golden/ I'm still holding/ my opponent like a blunt, when I just smoked it/