
[intro] [speech] Don’t ever believe in what they tell ya, ‘cause you ain’t gonna believe it when I tell ya. [instrumental solo] [verse] Most rage about reversed mage, Turn a page post conversed into an age, Hate to see what I missed, Turn the clock so my boss ain’t pissed. Oh no no luck for my luxury on loan, Strait-jacket to my own moan, Sparkles of my time past times, Sprinkles of my dime cast crimes. [chorus] Oh As time comes to past, 5 fingers count to Zero, 7 in my pocket, Stab! Stab! Yeah I’m the hero. To be killed like a Pero, He’s the fucker who get roll, The snake in the grass, hoppers and choppers on payroll. [verse] Concierge to my foie gras, Grass for my clergymen, Prays for my consciousness, Trails to my highness’s essence, Taxmen! Taxmen! Men ain’t black, yeah I’m back, To the attack, to the frontline, Samson, Samson, your king is wack, Cut to the front, lines to cut corners, Race man! Race man! Turner’s luck to my coroners. [chorus] Oh As time comes to past, 5 fingers count to Zero, 7 in my pocket, Stab! Stab! Yeah I’m the hero. To be killed like a Pero, He’s the fucker who get roll, The snake in the grass, hoppers and choppers on payroll, [bridge] What?! I got to pay for your dental?! [verse] Demented mind to be handled, Created for balanced books, man-handled, Living in your brooks, pan-handled, Seeding from the looks, can-handled. Say a pray to the god you believe in, Say a wish that you believe in, Make a dream you can achieve, All you got to do, is believe. [prechorus] 5 fingers count to Zero, 7 in my pocket, No copper with a chopper, Come seeketh a dipper who dove deeper. [chorus] Oh As time comes to past, 5 fingers count to Zero, 7 in my pocket, Stab! Stab! Yeah I’m the hero. To be killed like a Pero, He’s the fucker who get roll, The snake in the grass, hoppers and choppers on payroll. Oh As time comes to past, 5 fingers count to Zero, 7 in my pocket, Stab! Stab! Yeah I’m the hero. To be killed like a Pero, He’s the fucker who get roll, The snake in the grass, hoppers and choppers on payroll. [insturmental solo} [outro] So it’s just ain’t you, but everybody else?…..

