I think i died on the 9-9-09, the night invited no wine,
Red rum, the dead run wild,
My bed's under a lead sundial,
My meds come from a doctor,
He'll keep me stocked up as often as i want-ta
Go sponsor a child,
World Vision, hell's mission,
Smells fishy, well wishin'
And your money aint enough
Im not a dummy fallin' for the bluff,
Or the love that they say we have with the Lord above,
I caught a dove with bare hands,
Prepared man's advance to the answer with a rare dance,
Tear pants, down the middle,
Im bound for libel, like Malcom Little (aww)
I found a riddle and now im fiddlin' round
Without a cripple around to vouch for

Find shelter, now let me see you try melt-a
Fluid vowel, you are now free to fly Delta,
My helter skelter ways
Wasn't somethin' that i felt to praise, I smelt ya
Before you entered the room, men on the moon
Are sending a dream to me through a vending machine,
Lending a theme which is bending a spoon,
I solemnly swear to be there before its ending at noon,
Defending the moon in the battle for beats,
I never battle emcees, i only battle elites
In hardcore prose that Moses would be proud of,
Round off those who chose us to be crowned of
The highest order in the land,
Im in demand, like water, wind and sand,
The kindgom's hand reaches out to you,
Oh my God, think im 'bout to spew,
Not this again

These are my last words, im havin' difficulty breathin',
Dyin' on the inside, cryin' for freedom,
Bleedin' a litre of my soul, a metre into a hole,
Teetering on the edge, i need to ring Interpol,
For me to be in control, I need to be watched
To make sure my wild plans are immediately botched,
I mean im steamin' even harbourin' demons between my knees
And they need to be re-deleted immediately, all that's needed
Is some holy-water and a crucifix,
You'll see Uncle Sam's camera takin' gruesome pics
Of me on my bed-linen grinnin' with my head spinnin' 360
You don't wanna be there when they fix me,
Dixie chicks, eatin' Pixie Stix, Im a Hyksos
Shittin' on a Catholic chick's cross
The last two bars wasn't me talkin',
Possessed by the sounds comin' out of my green walkman.