[Intro]
"You miserable, cowardly, wretched little caterpillar
Don't you wanna become a butterfly? Don't you wanna spread your wings and flap your way to glory!?"
"You're gonna jump on me!"
"Huh?"
"You're gonna jump on me! I know you're gonna jump on me! Like Nero jumped on Poppaea."
"Who?"
"Poppaea! She was his wife and she was unfaithful to him, so he got mad and he jumped on her, up and down, up and down - until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!"
"I'M NOT GONNA JUMP ON YOU!" (AHH! AHH!)
I'M NOT GONNA JUMP ON YOU!
WILL YOU GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF?!"
"DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!"
"WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"
"I'M HYSTERICAL! I'm hysterical - I'm having hysteria because I'm hysterical!
I can't stop when I get like this! I can't stop because I'm hysterical!"
(Hysteria induced rambling)

"I'm wet! I'm wet! I'm hysterical and I'm wet!
I'm in pain! And I'm wet! And I'm still hysterical!!
No no - don't hit don't hit - it only increases my sense of danger!"
"What can I do!? You're getting me hysterical.."
"Go away, go away: you frighten me."
"Where should I go?"
"Sit over there..."

[Hook]
Back on my shit
Back on a beat
Back on a bitch
And I'm back on my feet
Back on my shit
Back on a beat
Back on a bitch
And I'm back on my feet
Back on my shit
Back on a beat
Back on a bitch
And I'm back on my feet
[Verse 1]
So I'm back out the sheet
So I'm back on the street
And I'm out of my seat
And I'm out of my mead
And I'm out of my dread
And I'm out of my head
And I'm out of my mind with some shit that got said
Say, someone should show me something right instead
Realise what's real and the difference from dead
I should get up now: got skin that needs shed
Or was that a tear from that page in my head?
Fire gets written each time somethings penned
And if it runs out, I'll just write it with lead
And if I run out, play it back once it ends
And if I run out on the few of my friends
Then I am not me, I'm in the rock den
I'm in the rock pit
'Cause I will have quit
And if I ever get close I'll get back on my shit

[Hook]
Back on my shit
Back on a beat
Back on a bitch
And I'm back on my feet
Back on my shit
Back on a beat
Back on a bitch
And I'm back on my feet
[Verse 2]
I'm so good at rapping I could rebuttal B-Rabbit's first verse in the battle with Clarence and be the only bastard to drop a Dizasterclass and win like the math isn't mathing
'Cause I'm half of a master and full of tracks in a fashion fitting of a fucking album that should be going platinum
'Cause when I'm up tracking I'm mega maniacal
Laughing at the sorry suckers who shan't get this high at all
So I've set a goal
Set the bar as well
Shit, I get diatribal when I go and rhyme it all
As I stare at this wall
And I start to hear it all
Am I really here at all?
Can I really bare it all?
Mind that I'm angelical
'Cause I'm still hysterical