welcome back, hell's come back
off the chains loss off brains got my coffin stained
lost in a holocaustic version of bostin, spitten wit hitler
santas my dj i dont speak direct i speak in replays
dick realisin heat waves i keep goin even if the beat fades
school remindin me of street dayz, those tha days
but i gotta go away, got more hos to play, vocals to lay
to bold to stray off the path, steady head even when im zoned from grass
word is bond heard a song hurt my arm turned it wrong
burnin bongs, radios right there bitch turn it on
dont know how much coke im on thought i heard a gong
but it was just a toad
open ya mouth im finna bust a load
fuck the dough, i aint rappin for finances
i heard my shit was so ill that it could cure my cancer.