How many molly rocks make a savant see demons and pee on his palms
You confused a douche that done douched
Conny with the tic-tac rap, battin' couth
You need to back down, like you going back to Baton Rouge
Conny a smooth criminal, minimal in a suit
Say your prayers too late, you not that valiant dood
Two adderalls can't save a duck from dying
Pluck feathers, season bird, watch those words be frying
I aint going to stop where I started, you fucking fired
Fuck what you buying, dumb kids keep trying.
Welcome to the New World, Real World, MTV, BET
Hope you fucks know you die for free
Dead kids rule America
Won't you see your grandparents in the era of
Mindless muck, benign tumors on the tits of Erica
Murder, merit denied in every area
From the burbs, sea shores, streets lords that boast
Bury your dead with mango peels so the seas smell your soul
I'm spazzing on chaos and can't cancel it now
Sold man's weight in weed bags before I was yay-high, sold yay if it was out
Want to get paid when the weight the lave an eighth in the couch
Stuck in a rut like the pennies you be bitching about
Scrapped five quarters caught a bus toward a war waging west of Mordor
Land of cantor of condors, the banter of bombed ports
The phantom of contoured dead bodies. Wish I knew karate, but I don't
I guess I should lobby bicycle spokes and broken dreams
Back when I shorted Adam Man with his mother's own triple beams
Scientific Magazine, bastard Brent been a problem
Before patent leather worn by Charlie Sheen, I'm mean
I ain't going to stop where I started, you fucking fired
Fuck what you buying. Dumb kids keep trying
Welcome to the New World, Real World, MTV, BET
Hope you fucks know you die for free
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America
Dead kids rule America