Besedila:
Kill The Alarm No More Excuses

No more excuses No more wasted uses for me Not anymore No more goodbyes No more wasted old lines While I slip right out the backdoor To find myself inside

They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt Excuse my persona, I may be hardcore but I'm not Jeffrey Dalmer Ever since I killed 'em, I ain

now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning The earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no brain or memoir stardom Alarmed