[Verse 1: Sir MiLo] Been training for this moment all my life, I want it all My punches no longer hit now they slice & dice contenders Dismember all offenders Your future isn't in mind Neither in mine nor yours I could find But I found metaphors deadly than Virginias Tech, Comlumbine Virgin techs, every column off its magazine flies Little holes piercing through the piercings on your head inside, brain cells die The vegetables states where you soon to fly, no lie
Matter is never over my mind Mary Jane and I meditate so we both will be fine Legendary shrine is what they shall make after I die Cause the truth, why? Don't ask me such ignorance, I sigh On fourth of July, you know nothing of how my sparks fly Unsolved mystery, Sherlock Holmes I'm quite sure you won't find I'm disguised Need more camo so haters, no sight f** competition the thrones been viewed enough now it's mine complete my mission