Everybody know that I'm the best Around they don't even know why I look like bret hart mixed with dylan klebold Let me wet the propain in my eye School shooter jacket with the wood grain blade Butterfly strapped on the sock for the prey Waiting and debaiting for the time and the day I should unleash every single plan that I made Plan that I made why aim for the hate Every kid and teacher that ever picked on me Grip don't squeeze I don't wanna make you bleed But I know what a scene you have seen When I leave Crime scene when I leave in the woods when I flee Back for the cabin with a smile on me Dig another cellar Then I'm ready for the weather Bitch I coming down You better remember Just what I'm telling Get low when you see me Come round, better get down When you hear that song Pipe bomb blowing in the loud Background, lifes get snatched Before your body hits ground