In the age, in the age of epics and myths,
When manna reigned down the tip of Mount Olympus,
And the meaning of life, it really meant something,
One man, one man stood up and struck out
To forge his prophesy in a trial by fire.
Fist full of Durban in a burning bush,
Raised in the Cush, up high he spied the Northern Lights,
And with a sack of Green Crack and Gorilla Glue,
He flew across Amnesia Haze to light the truth in a relentless blaze.
Will I grow up to be like my folks?
Nah, your folks, they never grew up.
Will true love light upon my black heart?
Ugh, when's the last time I threw up?
Should I change my name in this game?
Look at Rectum of Pain, they blew up!
I used to be a bad ass rising.
And now you're just another screw up.
Don't chew the words I spew,
Just take the long view.
Those few who flow right through
Poo-poo the soft shoe.