back on outta here, i burst with sheer
lyrical sweetness that you fear from here, to there
its a miracle that you lived through that rape from a polar bear
all you do is sit there n stare permenantly scared
because you dared to face the glare
forever chasin where you want to go and dont care
with an eskimo next to you blowing his nose in his hand
and wipin it off in his hair, or your hair for that laughter
could cause a spinal disaster in which your vertebrae raptures
im turning you gray like i was spinning you backwards
after that your hit with a handful of cannibals faster
than a strapped animal with no back, your laughable
i kick the dumb spine one time