Best Before 2004

We was raised behind them broken-bottled fences, you ain't seen no trenches like this

Pretty gritty city, you ain't sniffed no stenches like this

Nocturnal like an owl I like to night shift

Tongue full of poison before I talk I gotta bite it, sometimes you gotta disregard excitement

Manipulate your demons, peer pressure tell 'em, "Try this"

Expired product of my Environment: best before 2004 thats when the boy lost joy

A crazy baby seen a lot of gore before I learned to walk or talk distort your thoughts

Make you believe you're better off a corpse

Disarm the devil with my charm, I own the pitchfork, it's like she gave it to me I never had to take it with force