(Intro)
Little Billy, just shooting for the stars; a mind so cherishable.
I only wish he shaky aim would send them all falling down,
Before what's left is perished in full.
Little Billy, just shooting for the stars; a heart with such sensational bliss.
My waking nightmare's at the mercy of the dialed being turned, see.
I suggest he better start changing clips. Yeah, I guess I wanna...

(Verse)
Hinge bold words with an upbeat tone, then obstruct the homes.
Yeah, we started a fire.
Let it spread. The unexpected heads explode. Coal burnt breath with heart and desire
Is hard to require through the music box; truth is new kid, smart spark for hire
Is armed with a mic [right armor, fighter]
Pardon, but it's time to shine the starring rhymer. [Only hope to flee]
And go solo, low key; a dosey doe dose with O.C.D.
No CD close as three provokes a no belief homie to hold holy rosaries. [ohhhhhh]
Well, woe is me to roam streets freely glowing potency.
See, old flows soak deep open sea;
Mainstream, named E.G.O. and E.D.
What's it like, up in the Limelite?
Cuss this, snuff that , clutch a fist tied tight shit.
Only when I'm broke, 'Yo I miss my mic' shit.
Only as a hoax, give in to plight: fight.
Audience take bait; do the fish bite? Quite.
Scratch that last rap; ignorance typed, right?
Crowd meats actually the cow ground beef type.
Better milk 'em for the cheese, and it's a feast tonight.
It goes ashes ashes, dust to dust.
If this Prozac rush won't pass the cut,
Kodak capture as bold rapture struts.
No claps, old raps? Toe tag them up. [hack glut]
Latch shut, have fun in the morgue.
Poor dumb dumb hacks packing lungs and a chord
Were a sure force back to black narrow prisms;
Dead scarecrow syndrome airheads run the ward.
So, mic check one two to who stress revolution,
By not saluting non pubescent nuisance.
A new scent sent to induce set contusions,
Blew the fuse into pledged restitution.
Restitute the groove, head/neck fusion.
Bob/weave/step, enter retribution.
Stop me and get no sobs of regret,
The plot we had set rocketed execution,
But wait. Just wave your hands
During this talk which I call a rant.
Lurking hawk, I am. Perched since birth to gawk at the faults in man.
Earnest, so if I bit my tongue for too long, then it'll fall off. I can't
Prolong this clamp, so this song, I grant,
But let's take a pause so we all can chant..
Little Billy, just shooting for the stars; a mind so cherishable.
I only wish he shaky aim would send them all falling down,
Before what's left is perished in full.
Little Billy, just shooting for the stars; a heart with such sensational bliss.
My waking nightmare's at the mercy of the dialed being turned, see.
To lead an end to Genericana, let's bleed the trends.
Yeah, I guess I wanna...

(Chorus)
Bolt down and nulli-, bol- bolt down and nullify. (x2)
Bolt rounds in all the lost causes spawned to multiply;
Pulse upon the falsified, there will be no pulse if I
Bolt down and nulli-, bol- bolt down and nullify. (x2)
Bolt rounds in all the lost causes spawned to multiply;
Pulse upon the falsified,
Minus all when all is mine.

(Outro)
It goes, plant me a tune. Swing me into orbit
Where the sound junkies bloom, and the music is morbid,
But if the farmer's land has greed,
We'll go elsewhere to plant the seeds. (x3)
You and me, free as we need to chew up every orchid. (x2)
You and me, free as can be, consuming every orchid.