Once upon a time, in the city of Los Angeles "Marty, Marty, listen to me Bring me something the kids will cry for Get out there, and get us stoked" Meet
and bring the crucifer He was the roommate from Hell, leaves his pitchfork in my bed I?m in a satanic panic 'cause he is messing with my head Lars you
And she's talking in my ear Suburban rap queen I wrote this song for you Suburban rap queen What's a MC to do? Suburban rap queen Every Biggie needs
MC Lars is more punk than you Go Books about Evanescence (Are not punk rock) Guns n' Roses watches (Are not punk rock) Hello Kitty iPod cases (Are not
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried To run for governor before he died He lived in California but traveled worldwide It was a big huge
online Living life behind the screen is a total waste of time Check online relationships Internet girl, Internet relationship Fresh, [Incomprehensible] physician [Incomprehensible] MC Lars
make the world alright I?d go back to 9-11 and cancel all flights In my time machine, you couldn?t get with me Because E equals this squared MC My T
Call me Ahab, what? Monomaniac Obsessed with success unlike Steve Wozniak On the hunt for this mammal that once took my leg With my warn down crew and
Lars, you're on in ten minutes, you ready? I guess but I still gotta write some lyrics Aiight, just remember, it's crunk night In that case, I guess it
fans buy the shirt then they get the MP3 Music was a product, now it is a service Major record labels why are you trying to hurt us? Epic's up in my face like, "Don't steal our songs, Lars