Some of my idols don't do drugs With blinders on **** your idols dead by dawn Being the case I **** mine with shame Reagan would have loved their hatred of me Being the case he would hate me, too
Bring me your disdain, bring me Baskets overflowing, ***** apples and oranges Mess of accidental fruits of unaware labor I guess malice blesses my innate behaviors
We alter the stars to outcry We alter time, ascend, divine We alter time of death Design last breaths