This is a song about "People like to be the heroes and stuff"

The same people i like to stalk, and bury alive

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Of the people in world, and i'd be the source

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

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

Like what priests speak under steeples preaching to the people

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

Like all the stuff that i hate was about to inflate

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

To a different state were me and the people like this dont relate

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff