I talked to God & he said, "live a little" - I've been living a little lie
I've been giving a lot of myself away, and I don't wanna die

Off some OxyContin
Looking for a girl with moxie for some foxy boxing

Olly oxen free, come floss with me
And celebrate the loss of philosophy

And the crevasse of velocity
Santa Claus and the faulty Rick Ross ain't the boss of me

You fools aren't Transformers - this is our land
Your forefathers are some straight transforeigners

I don't give a burger about the Bilderbergers
And I don't want to deal with the real diversions

I just wanna feel full off this Steel Reserve
And I wanna feel you up when I feel the nerve

And I don't wanna feel the fame that I fully deserve
I just wanna feel your face and your frame and your curves

I'ma live a million years and just die on this curb
Leave a sign on my tombstone: "do not disturb"
And bury me in a cassette coffin
And pretty please, keep this Hip Hop poppin'

As my body decomposes and softens
My flows juxtapose under your soul just like an offerin'

And party at my funeral like Laughlin
Pack a bowl because I'll be back...

Back against the wall, backpackers, back 'em all
Back, even though you didn't call

Back up from that hole, so you don't fall
I don't care, I just got your back, that's all