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I drove around the US to recruit an army.

Ostracized by denizens who couldn't harm me.

The vitamins create a natural adrenaline that could inspire zombies.

Two fist hit you harder than a poet's spondee.

You're too stressed to go bozo with the best.

I've never followed rules since the age of thirteen.

So the government took control and have been trying to hurt me ever since.

I was Locked down in a single cell where every day the devil brang me hell.

Maybe the covid lockdowns are a path towards a commonweal.

I try to never hold a grudge and vengeance only leads to a graveyard, cuz.

It has to be huge. That's the only way it makes sense.

They stacked the economy against me now I'm homeless with no tent.

Those who can't, write. And those who can't write turn to critics too.

I'm perverted? Well, welcome to America, fool.

I'm embarrassed for you. So I stare into you, and find only war or heroine blue.

You're not fit and raw. You get high and die on Fentanyl.

You're not fit to hold my cross, and I swear to fucking God, don't you ever call me boss!