Hell bent
My boat in the middle of the lake
I float above the storm
Bestow to my mates
My blokes bestow more
My jokes not funny
I do the hokey pokey
I turn you around
I shake you about the plane driving fast on the runway
About to take off your head
But not with a blade
But not if you made the mistake that you make
It's too late to deflect
Coming down on your neck
I flex my thought
I thought of the good connect we make
When we play with the fire
When we light up my tape
Till the flames hit your brain
What's your name? It's going down in the book of the greats
Yeah, we made an appointment
Going to get you checked out
Get you out of your pain
Get your fame from your giving of yourself to the gain of the other
Get your medal for your brotherly acts
Otherworldly acts
Other better world acts