This is a song about "Evil butterfiles"

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

They're scavenging through the remains of the waste carved by evil

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Money is the root of all evil

Breedin' a whole new type of evil

Ha, running rebel on another level

As i light one for ill will

Once so peaceful now so evil

Then have to revist this evil

Lady at the frank stand will

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Empire that's peaceful, fuck that, guess i'm just evil.

Never wrong at any level

With a world full of evil