This is a song about "The acropole"

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

The water from the past is the same water in the present

As the king upon the throne

Before i leave home

Where would i be without my dogs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Both: this the perfect plan

Still the man with the pan

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

The bigger the the fun

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga