I’m in the business of misery,
You can’t make the art of destroying me,
I’m the impossible possibility,
I chained my mind but I’m still free.
I’ll fuck the world and conquer you, turds,
Give me your lunch money, you fucking nerds,
Spit this, spit that, and then fall to my words,
Rocking on the mic; you’ll be choking on the cords.