No Brain Take Over

Not for sure where I got the idea for this poem.

I read the script

And knew I couldn't direct it

Because the script was s**t

To be honest s**t is actually better than your script

The whole story is fucked

Your message behind the script won't make sense

Nobody wants you to rule the world

No brain washing from you

I read your lyrics

And didn't understand your way of words

I kind of freaked out when you said I fucked the devil

Does that mean you sold your soul?

I once sold my soul, but it was to Jesus

The man upstairs that stands on a tall rock

He made me rich with soiled money

I didn't realize how greedy I was until I stood on that tall rock

My best advice for you is don't send me anything else

I won't promote it

I won't sale it

So you can kill my whole family

Just don't take my money

If you do then cut out my eyes

And steal the silver coins from behind there

Just leave me alone when you're done doing your thing