Big Papa Warrior I'll be your narrator and explorer World tourer The horror Mi amore, mi amore, mi amore.... Let me be an open vessel Janitorial or impresario Warrior or spirit molecule Wheel of Fortune on the Zephyr Wagon Sun Magician morphing into Bull, Lion and Bald Eagle Speaking in symbols and riddles Sword raised to the heavens No middle men between the seashell and the sea sound It's all in the details Specks of translucent sand and fish scales Moon tides and pigtails Days go by in a windy womb I live and breathe in the view Based out of Shanghai The lone honky on a business trip to Milwaukee To sell some magic beans to bonobo monkeys Passing Black Cowboys and Neo-Nazis Cops going by... waving and smiling Armed to the teeth All forms of violence beget more pain and suffering Free your minds of society Democratic Aristocracy Monopolies atop barbed wire factories Train blowin' through your Inner Outer Galaxies The conductor's an old drunk codger From Aesop's Fables to Rock to Rocky Mr. T boxing My brother Gandhi There's always something to unite us Cameraman's white so why the fuck am I not Owning slaves or celebrities Billions of years of history predates our misery From lava pit to fissure to the Grand Balcony I spit the words of a teacher I spit when I talk I lick what I'm kickin' I know that I'm not this or that villain This or that hillbilly Ya'll willy-nilly poppin' too many pillies Smokin' too many phillies No really really really really What's the dilly yo? I got this funny feelin' yo MF DOOM is actually some kind of Mad Superhero (Too political?) Let's go get a beer bro Or stay at home and get esoterical To live and learn is a miracle To think you're not a worm is hysterical That's knowledge of self in all its variables Your bare bones blowin' into different area codes Mother Earth dances, commands us to stand up And take our pants off Let it all hang out The whole Prick Sandwich Ticklin' uvulas Back their flappin' These multicolored dicks are fantastic! I'd suck em if I was into that Or systemically kill and imprison their relatives Our ancestors are messengers Riding in on eagle feathers On economical suggestion Leave the fat brisket The trees in the forest The funk on the tweeter All up in the beaver They call it the little death for a reason My Dear, Dear Pervert Slurp Slurp Slobber Yo Gabba Gabba Gobstoppers Monsters! You're all monsters! Dunkin' donuts in your Triple Chai Mochas Extra sugar Hip Hop Hocus Pocus Soft focus on a centerfold A tale as old as time or to untame to be retold I break the mold every time I rock a rhyme There's an afterglow What I'm after is the gold Just like a Californian Hard as shit too That's alchemical poop From the large intestine of a loose goose A stool sample of your net worth According to my numbers book But let me take a second look...

Domestic man Following the heat to Mexican land Pan's fruit loop overture to moon lute Hot apple cider splash of bourbon rye lemon juice Leather cruise booze Timberland Gnome Boots One foot, two loose Toulouse is in France I'm up in New Paris And in The Empress On the Oriental rug fringe Half man, half giant Freedom fighter tyrant Autumnal Amazonian Gentleman Swordsman Two frogs chillin' in a mushroom forest Faerie underworld below us Titan Merman Moon Winter glorious Salt quartz corridor On the border of tomorrow Future Mama Starlight Navelscape Dream Diorama Pools underwater Gods and Goddesses Nike and Psyche Zeus the Masseuse, massagin' me Luxuriate in honesty Take a tit, don't bottle feed Soak in a warm sea Mega stags all around Fantasyland for my baby Travellin' through coral reefs at sonar speed Boneyard dolphin flies free Skirtin' the waves of the Caribbean Sea Fluorescent sunlit aqua green Bubble blowin' sea lion Or is it... My rabbit Bean!? I'm just an image in his dream... It's over 'cause a brownie ate me Gentleman Swordsman Prehistoric Lord of Beat Zen Following the sheep off the deep end King Tut for a weekend A pyramid is the center of the Earth Naval of the Universe Aliens were here first! Indian fungi American stun gun dumb tribe They showed up in a V8 with beer pie A phallus is a fun ride Especially one as thick and motley as my guy I'll be your black hole tour guide We're gonna go left up her thighs to see a labial sunrise She don't mind my cranial cumtide (As long as you smell like oranges and my future child) We fucked in past lives Just to clarify Super Erotic Insemination is our only crime Written by Big Papa Warrior & Pitter Patter

You can get with this Or you can get with that You can get with this Or you can get with that You can get with this Or you can get with that... that... that I see wormholes by the gazillion Dog-eared God Vision Via satellite road kitchen with the missus Chillin' like a villain with these Africans and pilgrims Cum in their faces Let's make a fuckin' million Die in our sleep of a brain lesion Freezin' in the North Pole with Jesus In his Omnipresent Kingdom O Happy Freedom O Happy Freedom Old Happy Freedom Watchin' the desert rose bloom in the evenin' This is a recording Everyone's recording Reporting! Reporting! Sorting and sorting Consorting and snorting Abort the fuckin' mission Rest in peace Robin Williams I know the voices in our heads are the voices that we speak To idiotic interviewers I got my lovers on this street! They could be Emotive Orange Elfins We don't want to die alone in a trashcan On a melting down planet Invisible friends on Tumblr Distant family on Saturn I wonder... I wonder... I wonder... How many cocks does it take to stuff the thunder? Subtract a triangle from a rectangular number The Harry, Dick and Toms with their demos in their Mothers Let it all come back Overflow through your noggin Penetrate your wife if she's into fuckin' fuckin' Lil' Cosmic Creeps with Bill Cosby Complexes Half Upper Middle Class with Bitch-Ass Rolexes Showin off my Black Ass to Afro-French Texicans Shakespearean Veterans On your paperwork, check New Mexican It was all a dream I used to read Source Magazine Four mics and Lil' Kim's ass cheeks Up in a limousine Seems like just last week Extra P said don't say 2014 Forever 16 Super Freak, wink wink Rapping backwards in the White Lodge Dwarf in one arm Pink Impala in the garage I'm upstairs getting a Special Chinese Massage Reflexology Third Eye Foot Rub Technology Breathtaking Blowjob Tantric Loverman Illuminated Gangstar Pin ya with a corsage High-five the hand of a Deep Space Mirage No applause from the stiz-ars Only the Martians and the Cz-ars Playin' electric guitars with their incisors At the Milky Way Dive Bar Written by Big Papa Warrior

Who mastered the act? Who are you? Who are you? The next day... The moment was on us in the form of petrified dog doo doo Babies gone goo goo Who you? Who you? A samurai or robocop? Big Papa Psychonaut Aka the Shemale Black Astronaut Who mastered The Art? Respect! A good listener Ego'll block your ears until you can't hear it register What weighs more? A pound of rocks or pound of feathers? What we have here is a failure to wear leather While flying home.... OOOOOOMMMMMMMM What happens on the moon stays on the moon I'll be blissed beyond belief Laughin' about the good tunes From the Netherworld I can hear the Dead Soul scream... I guess it depends on your proximity to ghostly feelings... Spring nights at twilight Sexual felines The men are but penises Into puns and sports events Mai thais and counterfeit coins That's right Swimmin' like a Duck in Gold Nuggets Fuck it! It's Halftime! Right, right And I'm a Nike Head My laurel leaves excite the Feds Squeeze a lime into the evil eye of the magpie My tag name in bright lights: Astro Bone The Third Aka Silkworm Flasher Guy Neon rooftop dancer without his pants on So he can lay down in the grass lawn Like a vagabond in Avalon In the year of the Cro-magnon Dragon Offered apple blossoms in my nose garage I'm a man on a mission to seek A faerie's form of sabotage That's where the fire's born Written by Big Papa Warrior Sprinkled with faerie dust by The Empress

Do I dare anything personal? A verse or two that's worth a whole universe Of molecules, mooses (sic), and hair follicles The Revolution happened When you were rappin' in solitude Nigger rich is a phrase I hear from the mouths of white dudes Who sell weed and listen to the same songs as I do That evil that friends do That's true understanding or racist and cruel I remember when I played DJ Shadow in high school and Shelly said he's blacker than all of you Silk shirt, stolen drug store gold necklaces I was that gap-toothed goof at the dances Showin' off his moves in front of the black kids Or preaching OutKast at recess A cracker or a nigga that think he a cracker Or maybe just don't understand I was embarrassed but proud Then Beck came on the tape and Shelly cut out Two turntables and a foot in your mouth My sensibility's always been wild From Hip Hop to Bach I'm talkin' Johann Sebastian I'm the son of a German Naval Captain And cab driver Grandpa Lew on slide trombone Blowin' with Lionel Hampton Mom's got the Brazilian Booty Beats smackin' My other mom's part African With the same passion Cut from the same fabric Full of my own soul and fat-lipped Same the magic tricks for the road show This is happenin' Naked on the floor in front of the MacBook rappin' To a catfish about how beautiful nature is Soundin' like a guy in a drug experiment... The answer is love Over and over again The answer is love Over and over again The answer is love Over and over again... Neither Native or American Barely even Earth Man Centaur in the sky I can fly twice as high as Evil Knievel can Done bustin' nuts in guts I'm a born again Loverman Shabba! Yabba Dabba Hootie Hoooooo Man Or whitey on the bright side of the moon again But there's another set of boot prints And some encampments on the North Ridge Totem poles, an old crone and a spaceship And the skull of a lunatic Glowing in the cosmic fishiness A rich source of vital images... This is a song called Paul Simon Gaptooth On my forthcoming album Baby Country Hope you like Short, African, White Made some good music Moves my soul all right If that makes me a duck pigga With a little curly tail My ass ain't right Nope Everything's fine says my doctor by twilight You'll never have to see me again in your life I'm off the beat Up late at night Writing letters to Mike Eagle in rhyme form I met him on the road en route to Saturn We're like Q-Tip and Q-Tip livin' on different planets Leaders mixed with followers Separating the men from the mice The rice from the quinoa The Pinot blanc from the Free Stuff Gucci creampuffs drinkin' Hennessy and Zimas My neckbone's connected to my funny aha femur There's goes Chevy Chase in the Zephyr Up up Up up into the ether Fuck fuck the parking meter It's pillow cars across the skyline A good place to rest your head at nighttime I write rhymes for woman and children Who will never wear neckties But got diamonds comin' out their behinds It's a psychological phase You gotta stomp through in Hammer pants Dancing with Morticia in the moonlight Spooky and ooky, doin' what the fuck I like Then there's Mookie throwin' a trashcan There's all this tension and fright Hard feelings mixed with stereotypes Brown avocados taste good I don't even have to buy em Survival of the fit Homeless shelters to million dollar mansions Back to pure air, black dirt and log cabins Barbecues and die-hard Romantics Kill the white noise and static I wake up and go at it Like Donald Duck on crack Talkin' to a Mad Hawaiian Pound for pound Lick to center Kiss on the lips, ass or wherever This is New Paris weather we're having here It's painful moving away from what I've known and been Oregon Boy to Alano Kid Skip Milan and Paris for Watts Towers and Croatia Dig to China for a computer chip 'Cause it's a whole lot cheaper Gonna break this Killer Bread and ditch The Reaper Stop pushin' a mop at a preschool I do it for the little weirdos I am Wonder Woman Music should be free to the people You can't hear it on TV shows Producers sucking off your frontal lobes This is written with love and heart-encoded I have so many identities which one's more important Or who owes what to which friend? They all inspire and support this antiwar veteran Medicine Man in a time of ill-at-ease specimens 'Bout to go back to bed Next to The Empress And I'm levitating in the desert again... Written by Big Papa Warrior Paul Simon Nontooth lyrics by Exuma

Picture perfect I paint the perfect picture Yab-yum style in a circle in the jungle Might play some Mungo Jerry Followed by Sly and the Family Spaced Cowboys Poets Gangsters Satyrs Witches Bacchus and His Boogiers Playas Hermaphrodites The President And the Mayor... In line for titty-suckin' and the tenderest of blowjobs Behold the cosmos painted on the cavewall The crude scribbles on the stall The gall, wherewithal, the guts to speak up, out or what Party Hardy Marty with white girls Persians from Guam Pink Warriors Mocha Swirl Chinese Black Big Papa go for all that Human frailty flaws Pop lockin' at the Goth Bash Necromancer of the stars I got that Cosmic Slop Mixed with a Mata Hari Absinthe On the rocks Flame-broiled in sugar by the leather-bound bartender Smoking mugwort and Mary Jane in April showers Barbecued pig with a pineapple in its maw Sun creepin' through the fog Inside the house with the cosmonauts Blazin' trails with Del and Bill Clinton Devin the Dude's doobie's gone missin' It's the Case of Puff Puff and Git Gone With It Texas Represent Dolly Parton's parking the Benz Right next to the Fishers And Betty Davis... Oh hey, come on in No, we're just gettin' goin' It's the party of the century and everybody's comin' Yab-yum style in a circle in the jungle Electric Pow Wow style Multidimensional lunar eclipse in a few hours Pan playing Oriental flute on the isle New Paris is the Motown of my heart It's been awhile Since I felt this crazy happy Beetlejuice and Buckwheat In the kitchen With McBeth trancsending That's a secret message between him and me Meaning don't sniff coke out of the carpet Then try to spell the word transcend With lipstick in the bathroom mirror of your apartment The man in the mirror is Michael Jackson I throw passion parties For ghetto superstars in the Aquarian Age Third eye blinkin' at galactic babes Trying to get a man to dance Where's Big Papa's head at? And where's The Empress? Gettin' groped on the dance floor by some dirty rat Watch your back, muthafucka Nah...I'm just fuckin' with ya... When here comes a green-haired faerie Writing love poetry on an iApp Time flies light fast When Death's grin is wigglin' Like a toothless barbarians next of kin Cee-Lo's gigglin' on the sofa Must be the Soul Food I made him For the way he made me feel on those Goodie Mob albums Totally Free To party past the pain and the sadness And not let the system warp our perceptions A man needs some time alone with his thought processes The man in the mirror has compassion Buck naked on the back porch Making a fire under the night sky I need a party beat next time Play it live on your pirated satellite Radio Shack device Young and so full of life Who needs a compass when you've got ganja On a planet Held aloft by elephants riding turtles All the way down to sidewalk Where it ends Is where my house is Up the stairs That's where you'll find us Acid in the Kool-Aid Strawberries in the smooth-ay Nude, romantic cocks swaying in the moonbeams... Written by Big Papa Warrior

Hip hop in Paris Parallel to Paradise Roamin' through the bone yard Like an animated corpse at night Robbin' bling from graves By the uncanny candlelight Lookin' like a man runnin' rabid from a rattler bite I hit on hippy girls and crazy Spanish troglodytes Marchin' through forest Lookin' left and lookin' right At these tree nymphs and water sprites Feelin' like a satyr Dressed up like a shining knight In the mood for a pillow fight Under a moon it's super bright I have the appetite of ten men Standing approximately twice my height Oranges and kisses Bathtub cunnilinguses Big messy digits Saltwater scrub spit Fuck Freud I'm going into the carpet I'll see ya later down at the tar pits In the past future Super Big Baby Dick Rattlin' the cacti and desert rat mammals On the back of a motorcycle Giant camel pinatas Danglin' from the witch hazel Twilight High Noon Midnight Wind Channel I'm a Big Surian Saturnian Hurricane I fly the chariot over the highway 'Bout to pluck me off this wave And drop me off on my dream date Norwegian meatballs Lebanese lamb plate All in the same day Stuffed peasant toast with apricots and cheese cream I'm seduced by reality at last Epicurean Totality Written by Big Papa Warrior

Think like an American she says... In the bathtub at the top of the trees It's not a starry night but we got a moony breeze After afternoon bluey green Hush Frog River Visit Daydream Peak Across the street from Hozomeen Eatin' Iberian ham Drinkin' home brewed tea from a tin can Sittin' on a stump Breathin' in the Big Bang... I understand Lookin' in the window at the lizard scene Me in my body Hippo nibblin' dandelion leaf Forest fading and filled with feeling Climb in my boat and take the ride Moon mirror on chimp tides Harmony between instinct and the mind Strawberries... Remember El Babydoll When we watched that Alice in Wonderland pornography Whilst playing Scrabble For billions of years we've kept each other wild Clam happy and vivrant Visibly vile Kissed virtually as well as right on the balls yo Curtains open on French subtitles Cinema Pool Sex Den Breathless Je t'aime Je t'aime I may not be able to box but I'm pretty Growin' in my luscious eyelashes Gettin' all primed for merrimonious ecstaticness Harmonious mirage of the sexes The planets all asleep in the deep Shining on the honey heaps On the lake with herons Above in the canyon The land is no man's land Waterfalls and fountains Geysers paramount to fertile serpents Volcanic in the cabin Campin' on the mattress 'Bout to tap that ass soundless Candlelight and red lantern Tiger fuckin' in the black velvet The Eclipse The Equinox The New Moon And the First Day of Aeries The world is my raisin The rain is my jungle vacation Bubblin' mud foundation In the slushy garden At this house we're stayin' in Vibratin' and shakin' off the ground Roots danglin' star-bound My heart's racin' I'm as gentle as time is aimless Ancient ways Compassionate and untamed Here comes the rain again... Written by Big Papa Warrior and Pitter Patter

Flowin' on the streams Words don't mean shit to me now... Oceanic moonscape Dream date with Pan Satyr satisfies nymph Beardin' the clam Tonguing your pearl Hand on your thigh Streamside cunnilingus What is this lingam? Old as nature itself It's the mark of a man Not a phallic emblem and far from fucking boring Shiva's third eye The opening in your forehead I'll lick it and keep you fed Illuminated Earth Star I ain't too proud to beg Atop this column of fire Wettin' your lips Fingers in the grass Horns ticklin' and prick in your ass Witch whispers in the kitchen I'm in and out of portals of existence Freak nature scientist by trade and tradition Who's the hairstylist? Who's the art alien? Who's the moon elf--Ryan I answered my own question Now I need some grounding The wind whips around us I love you We're flying Spider wood tree house Cloud-shrouded dryad Dancing in the dark grass with her shoes off Time travel to cool off Alight upon planet Venus with no socks on Lunar pods of reflection Embrace this starry-eyed Homo sapien Lookin' like a Mexican Crossbred with Alfred E. Newman Singing The Temptations Legs folded under him Waves in the distances Just the imagination of a California Raisin Naked Before The Empress The Coven The Beam of a Spaceship Real or Not Just like the Government Real or Not... Nobody beats Big Papa Warrior Hip Hop Historian Faster than a bullet through a dead man's forehead Not a contrarian or troll I mean what I said See what I meant? Able hearing aid center if you are deaf It's like on uh Powell and Cesar Chavez They get you checked in Get that defective eardrum ringin Bring in the saints It's the Swinging 20's No it ain't! Fashionable 40's I'm in 1969 goin' out of my forehead Into my rocker Off my gourd Dick in one hand the other praisin' the Lord Goddamn! Transcended Time & Space back in Law School In this Japanese Place among dead salmon molecules Starts with a U... Purple fish tank Better described as a lavender hue When I'm dead I want people to say I was a magical dude Never tragic or rude Goldfish in a sushi bar just seems cruel But if I don't eat the fish I guess a shark will Fresh frozen Mouth pitted Couch sitted Downy pitted Candlelit visages Pentagram cherry wishes Led Zepp vinly hissin' Fat black cat kitten Miniature pole dancin' Fireplace winter magic Moon and Sun Silver Tantric Gold Panther I'm a Sex Bandit (repeat) Written by Big Papa Warrior

Living vicariously through gangsters in different eras Urban Ghetto Boy Mind playin' tricks in cheap motels and homeless shelters My reality confirmed and overwhelmed by Black Voices That brought joy and comfort 12 years old...what will happen? Shot straight to my eardrum A Lethal Injection Put my locs on at the intersection Back seat of my mom's truck Eazy-E blarin' She didn't say shit about no fuckin and swearin Jockin and smackin Chicks with dicks Sweet Black Pussy I'm still crazy for Quik He caught me before puberty hit Before I was even strokin my own dick To the images of Mary J. Blige and Robin Givens Once I felt the tip pulse I couldn't quit it [OutKast Funky Ride Orgasm] Lil' Kim let me hit it in my adolescence Headphones pressed to my skull Dick in both fists I gotta have it Ms. Fat Booty was my Mama Earth fetish I wrote a poem about it in later years In mental anguish Reading Existential books Dostoevsky's Underground Man I am sick... Sick of swoll' headed rappers with their sickenin' raps Clappin' the gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse I swore off Pac and DFC for De La Soul and Tribe Called Quest Movin' West The Pharcyde and Freestyle Fellowship No Bob Dobalina In my heart I was a black kid 'Til acne-assed Billy pushed me over the side Of the slide of the jungle gym Back smacked the sand I didn't wanna be Black then Cryin' on the steps next to Darkman Shawn said you were tougher when you were Black Laughin' his ass off... I miss that ashy-legged kid and his brother Jason His sister Nikki Whippin us with extension cords For beatin each other's heads in Blanket boxin in the bedroom Knockin against the wall while Rochella drank King Cobras With their friends and step dad Who told us Bigfoot was gonna snatch us up from the bunk bed Later that night we heard creakin and breathin in the hallway Mustered up the courage to investigate Creepin around the house No weapons or chance of escape Got to the bedroom at the climax Mom's gettin that ass tapped I'm serous as AIDS, cancer and a heart attack No need for alarm Don't panic It's not a nightmare on my street we're stranded in We all crash landed on the planet Equal parts poor and rich Feminine and mannish Be a sport, take her coat Like TLC let's just take this moment slow Wind down, feel it with your mind now I got the chopstick You got the Kung Pow That shit's spicy If I made a movie you'd be a night owl Hey, babydoll, where's the sex towel? The novel by the bed about the bear and the mermaid That's a canker sour Not a herpe This is my natural hair not a blonde afro toupee Get it straight--this is a rupee Sanskrit for cash-money Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hi Hi Hi "There's a cry in the air I'll catch you as before I am the Dragonfly Hunter" (Harumi lyrics)

Get me out of this world Get me out of this mess Get me out of this dress Get me out of this mindset Tear gas won't quiet us Do it like a monk And light your life on fire Do it in one moment Are we gods or technological blobs Down for the slaughter of our own children Big as the Hulk but not bulletproof If a gun was pointed at me I'd be a raging beast too It's time to kill a cop and by I kill I mean love him for he knows not what he does even when he does it and they're gonna see the blood 'cause the TV's all up on it splashed on the faces of the men who sponsor it Broadcasted twitterpated apologies will not be accepted you can keep your eyes and rebuild Ferguson with them I never wanted to be a human being and this is what I've got a mouth that talks two feet that carry me when I walk over the hot ash of my evacuated city the other side of death looks pretty in the dark - quick spark of infinity but it's a trick of the light to believe that we exist 'cause I've studied my hands enough to know they won't be missed everywhere the brains shift just beneath the skulls everywhere the eyes skip over the ancient scrolls and this skin will grow old and mold and that's only if I'm lucky and only if I'm lucky will her decomposed hands find new ways to touch me and only if I'm lucky rebirths and orgasms fear sits in our protoplasm and waits for angels to disarm the phantoms and my soul can't relax because the moon is slanted and bits of rock are stranded in my head with the American Anthem it plays on a boombox between a bum and shaman. . . Is god out to lunch or off the wagon or overthrown by Lucifer and his companions and clones all handsomer than me eyes like steel marbles tongues like centipedes fingers like Nosferatu lungs like dead trees there's things that have the smell of your own impending death it sweats through the windows hides in your lover's breath camouflaged in the shape of her neck two-headed and says the shit that you'd expect pushes through your consciousness from Monday to paycheck and it hurts that's why tears show their blank faces and leave traces of themselves 'til they sprout new life in murky basements where ghosts shift in rigid chairs filling out applications I squeeze through avoid the shiftless faces the alchemist lab tables and the weary outpatients guarding their hearts with flimsy swords investing their cores in the wrong motivator meanwhile I walk the surface nervous trying to turn sun rays to escalators but these thoughts are old news and Icarus is fish food somewhere at the salty bottom surrounded by camera crews spending his last fifty dollars on some heat-resistant glue Get me out of this world Get me out of this mess Get me out this dress Get me out of this mindset Peace and love Is there anymore to say on the subject Killer Mike cried on stage Motherfuck Eloquence Gangsta Rap was never more relevant I'm the Dirty Harry of New Paris on a school bus full of kids A sheriff can still be a lunatic The joy we get feeling threatened There's outlaws and lawmen But I'm a Gentleman Swordsman I fight with wits and fists Like Ice Cube's Dad in Friday told me And by me I mean Craig Papa's got a brand new bag The lights come on in my mutha fuckin head I push through the sadness of being a White Man Alone among white men Might be riots on the streets but to all a good night man Might be niggas who kill Might be cops who get off on it Our History haunts us Punk Bully Slaughterers or Peace Lovin Martians Snoop Dogg or Snoop Lion Big Papa Warrior or Michael Wayne Roberts RIP Michael Brown we'll smoke some cigarillos in the next town in our Pig Repellent Nightgowns Shopliftin' shits and giggles walkin down the middle of the road tall and proud It doesn't matter if you're Pink or Brown Muslim or Christian When Death rolls around you can forget what you knew Written by Big Papa Warrior