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okay.. here’s the deal
I’m an outsider – underground writer
I squeeze myself to death if my flow sounds tighter
but times have been brighter – soon I’m out of breath
set aside ‘cause I don’t sound like the rest
it ain’t no fun at all – it seems to be my fate to run and fall
and I hate you one and all – damn your eyes
I plan to rise and vandalize the culture you have standardized

"Please, state you're name for the record"
Hello, I'm Henry...
"Thank you"

[Chorus x1]
State you're name for the record, it's best to count your blessings
Give us your whereabouts for the time and question
You're accused for having taken part in illegal rhyming sessions

the object of our investigation is planet earth
and its ruling species that’s lately gone from bad to worse
see for yourself – yesterday they gave birth to families
and slaved in dirty factories – today they work on batteries
that are slowly running out as fate deserts humanity
but honestly who gives a fuck – they deserve the agony
these crazy jerks are after me with their paper work formalities
and on top of that all the major labels work with wack emcees

people hear my songs and label me an outcast
‘cause I won’t keep my tongue in a safe and sound fashion
I’m trash and I don’t need y’all to tell me that my soul is lost
crazy ass preachers want to pray for me
so you want to talk to god about me? very well preacher
you can tell Jesus I’ll believe in him when hell freezes
no I don’t believe in god nor in Satan for that matter
but I do prefer the stories related to the latter