hey what's up still not givin a fuck im just layin low with lady luck in a hidden meadow with some ladybugs but i bring the motherfuckin ruckus yea i tend to make a fuss im a dirty white boy my name is mud link at the park have the paper or get cut get the paper got your cut link back up put it in park and sink into the seat and think how the face inside is right beneath the skin, linkin park - papercut yea i got friends from those times that stay in touch yet i fear are unaware of my taste for blood yea a catalyst for chaos i love it way too much yea im breakin in thru the ventilation duct im bringing big whomps, banzai bills chain chomps and they all on angel dust yea i keep it full throttle or bust but makin it rain is drainin my trust fund sweep my drug runs under the rug yea i got a shameless plug yea im a one man doom band with some tainted love, handsome then some i got manson for ransom in the mansion with the windows painted shut, im talking charlie not marilyn, tied up in the atrium yea i cornered the lazy bum with my lazer gun knew he was on the run, obviously not native son wasnt speaking in our native tongue so now we gonna have our fun toss em in my railgun stadium you never seen a run? stay for one shams law says take the brunt and face the gun or take the plunge, can you make it thru my gymnasium of insanium blow your mind blast your cranium ill lie a geranium where you died at the very least you tried, and as always thanks for playing yall. yea spent life grippin cold steel titanium got the calypso flow maelstroms hoe its dr. sham in tandem with a nail gun checkin in, rest your chin, lemme take your pulse yall really dont know what im capable of its something ive seldom shown yea power like a volcano erupts - yellow stone yea i just want my shaded place in the sun high power flowers my only flavour of the month ima houndoom sellin tombs beating you to the punch when it came to the crunch. young roofio goin by the book, now where is captain hook we takin back our childhood throw ya pirate ship in a chop shop sell it off as firewood yea man these days life is good but what goes up comes down in all likelihood so im all around town trying to change my livelihood trying to find a way to say this nicely put fact of the matter is i read you like a book im hiding in the wild wood hungry dire wolf and you little red riding hood yea gems come from pressure grime and soot