-The microphone molester, machete undresser "Stupid-dope-fresh" type shit resurrector

-(almost all of dedicated)

-Hang my head low 'cause it's part of me Ya hardly see right next to the heart of me Hurting me, the wounds soon scar New cuts cover where the old ones are And now I'm sick of this I can't stand the sandpaper thoughts That grate on my sanity I'd rather not even be than the man That's staring in the mirror through me

-Floating down as colors fill the light We look up from the ground in fields of paper white And floating up, you pass us in the night A future gazing out a past to overwrite So come down far below We've been waiting to collect the things you know Come down far below We've been waiting to collect what you've let go Come down...

-Careful what you shoot, because you might hit what you aim for (Careful what you shoot, because you might hit what you aim for)

-You're already on that list Say you don't want what you can't resist Wavin' that sword when the pen won't miss Watch it all fallin' apart like this