I’m not the man who walks but
I’m just the man who talks
And
You’re gonna have pull some strings for me
And once we get there see
I’ll have some stringy things
And they’ll be knotted on my fingers, fangs and toes

I’m pulling shit
And it’s rooted so far deep that I might sink
I feel like shit
So there’s no hard feelings in this dirty mound

I’ll get the tactics free
And you’ll pay the answers fee
Cuz we always want to keep it in the scene
And our reflection sees
A different kind of thieves
And we’ll be loading up our cases(satchels) full of green