Ya better turn around or you'll find yourself tossin'
Call yourself Carson, someone cut off your Slauson.
Then you call yourself "whome", when I think you meant "whom",
When in Rome go back home, or I'll make this your tomb.
Got no room for your pretense, I'm gold and you're frankincense,
Frankly, you got no defense for bringin' that nonsense.
So fuckin' dense that you've got your own gravity,
Lose your teeth, you don't care -- your whole head is a cavity.
Fuck filling pillows, your brain needs some stuffing,
I'm rebuffing your bluffing, you punk -- you're worth nothing.