With a closed casket at your wake as well
Keep your gold, I have intelligence
You're a psycho, I fight with elegance
Turn this rat to a pile of junk
Even while I'm half blind and drunk
This town ain't big enough for both of us
Stick around, and someone's bound to blow it up
Settin' you on fire
Then I'll liquify ya
Time to meet your maker
Time that you retire
(I'm so sorry- This song is just fire-)
