[Verse] There's a man in Casper who stands by his claims He's a punk rock musician and a purveyor of wands He built a mighty home but instead of stone He used skulls and trinkets and cursed objects [Verse 2] And the townsfolk would laugh but they did with control 'Cause they knew he could channel Satan through his souls And if you believed they knew you could receive Summoning Poogon at will with the greatest of ease [Verse 3] And then their is clint, who is his dad And all of his family want him out of the pad And all of his trolls have pleaded with the crowd For God's sake Don't send him grinder dates it will make sasha mad. [Verse 4] And the thing of the laughs when he talks about it And the poems he writes leave kids feelin' it (fuck sickos!) The alcohol takes over and makes him the goof And the melts he cooks would make a baboon puke [Verse 5] He lights his pipe and he makes his stop And you'll hear some moans and an occasional "Aw" His lotions are molds and his skin is cracked And his hygiene sister is just too relaxed [Verse 6] And many say that he is living in hell So calling right now to flash a lyric spell A house could use a knocking on wood And despite all the imps He's actually good