Behind Every Sucessful Person Lies

You Can Be A Permanent Fixture In My Lyrical Mixture.

No More Cutting Grams, And Wrapping Grands Up In Rubber-bands, I'm A Recovered Man, Our Plans Ta Discover Other Lands, Suburban Places Got Me Seeking For An Oasis, Cristal By The Cases, Ladies Of All Races With Dime Faces, Sex On The White Sand Beaches Of Saint Thomas, Though This Ain't Promised, I'm As Determined As Them Old Timers.

The Devil's Spirit's Trapped Inside Me. My Soul Is Possessed By This Devil My New Name Is Rain Man. So I Keep Conjuring (demons), Sometimes I Wonder Where These Thoughts Spawn (satan) From. I'm Just Relaying What The Voice In My Head's Saying. Don't Shoot The Messenger, I'm Just Friends With The Monster That's Under My Bed. Get Along With The Voices Inside Of My Head.

Well, I'm Working All The Time To Stay Out Of Trouble!

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!