The Bullshit's Back in the Fold

Back on the intro-net oh its this same fag again

Shitting in a bag again

Slammmin stutterin irritatin fuckin that ass again

Havent updated the site in a half a year what a shitty gag

You mighta thought I was broke and dead or crazy in the head but I cant think of another rhyme

cept bread

on permanent vacations swimming in waters or other nations then the fur begins to fly

mother fucker I aint hi or dusted I still cant be trusted in and out robbing jobs without

getting busted adjusted crushed the rules and buried the past like a common task

more flow than slow joe crow or flow jo dont fuck mad hoes but fuck some garden variety freaks

up every nightday till three am

down every daynight till three in the morning

so while youre sitting up all night snortin to get tweaked or pissing in your sheets

Im accomplishing lyrical feats making new beats to mess with your head

Rhythm and lyrics to free souls more natural than classic rock and roll

Feeding the thirst of the first instinct of my mind the power to move

Minds will meld and one day all be the same one day no more game

Of verbal expression the lessons will be thrown away

Gotta throw down like todays the last day