This is a song about "Myths"

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"

We're educating with myths

While scheming on hits

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

But fuck these myths, because the illuminati as a whole,

Now with permission you should swing swift at freak myths

So here i am at the store for some chips

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block