[Chorus: Bender]
I got some keepsakes to keep safe
Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face
Pop the lock and you staring into deep space
Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?
I got some keepsakes to keep safe
Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face
Pop the lock and you staring into deep space
Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?

[Verse 1: Patience]
[?] documents I [?] in Somerset
Slip into the crowd beside the wreck, pretend to rub her neck
This leather Burberry from Sach's is my dummy case
The tattered Samsonite on my shoulder is the one that keeps my money safe, and other shit
Signed Babe Ruth rookie card, the mothership
Is tongue-in-cheek to this extensive collection that I'm running with
I've got, Van Gogh's, ear on ice
A Jessica Alba sex tape and some disinfectant wipes
Strychnine syringe, anthrax and razor blades
Twist ties for wrists when I ransack your vacation space
Government plots to doctor the murder rate
I got a cure for cancer, a cure for AIDS, in my briefcase
Now some of these items might not seem like they're related and they're not
Pack my place in haste and hope to [?] under the neighbors' watch
Something deranged has stopped my current work in a second
It's time to get creative with some of my favorite possessions
Check it, gonna pawn this never-before-seen photo of Robert Johnson
And drop this caucus member's daughter I got for hostage
Cut my losses, double-cross and now I walk with all my earthly
I'll peddle these medals back to fans of Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Ditch my housing, wipe my brow with the Shroud of Turin
Now, is this a 40 or Howard Hughes's vial of urine?
Shopping cart modern art, and now I'm certain
Consumer-renumerable, all my shit is Tyler Durden

[Chorus: Bender]
I got some keepsakes to keep safe
Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face
Pop the lock and you staring into deep space
Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?
I got some keepsakes to keep safe
Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face
Pop the lock and you staring into deep space
Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?

[Verse 2: Bender]
A passport with a photo of my human face
Assumed identity, customs knows me by a Jewish name
Spanish villa, forged the deed I'm tryna clear the deal
Black leather driving gloves that never seen a steering wheel
I got the papers for a Swiss numbered bank account
Boarding pass, Eastern European town you can't pronounce
First class, I blend in once I'm seated
Kenyan birth certificate, presidential treatment
A photo of Barack golfing with some Tamil Tigers
[?] vial of poison, it tastes like Jägermeister
Mixed with apple cider, got
Three feet of piano wire
Blacklight to scan the room for DNA and fabric fibers
Perfume-scented handwritten love letter from a Persian flight attendant that
Purrs when I undress her
Heavy sedative, killed its first batch of drug testers
Low-sodium goulash recipe, I watch my blood pressure
The key to the room where my suitcase is sitting
A newspaper clipping of a doomsday prediction
Password to a masquerade, Roman tunic
Perpetual motion prototype design, stolen blueprint
Pair of Hopper glasses with the lenses cut from blood diamonds
Phone with no number, keep the SIM card in my gum lining
Carbon fiber pistol fire seven times in a second
Ten digits on a napkin, I memorize the extension

[Chorus: Bender]
I got some keepsakes to keep safe
Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face
Pop the lock and you staring into deep space
Marsellus Wallace never had a soul, what's in that briefcase?
I got some keepsakes to keep safe
Plane tickets and a stack of paper with the Queen's face
Pop the lock and you staring into deep space
Marsellus Wallace never had a soul