This is a song about "Liars and truth givers"

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

That's why i'm tearing 'em, and carrying the message of truth,

My uncle pulled me to the side

My god is the truth and light

And spit the truth in the booth that'll hang 'em on crucifixes,

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

The truth to why i shit and pissed myself till i was 13/ the truth to

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups