The employee of the yearYeah, I'm back to workLet that label sell old Cage songs and Weathermen shirtsYou threw a whack title on that Weathermen songWhich was another remix where you synced my shit up all wrongSeemed a bit malicious like you tried to fuck up the missionBut upon departure of y'all I checked nothing just carried on my visionWrote 'till my fingers bled, got no respect or loveSo now y'all can pay me back by writing out my check in bloodBut pay me no mind if my records are wreck-lessThis time around I'm just one of you fucking depressed kidsYou saw the bottle splash next see the tech sprayerWoke in the studio chained to the board with a mini cassette playerThe H in mother nature's arm through intravenousShook some seasons but Weathermen still who the team isWanna see Weathertron assemble like republicansBut when we transform it'll be just for the fuck of itAnd I got more days than left on this earth investedCause this piece of me needs...!I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfastCause this piece of me feeds...!Suffered 100 pen stabs to the head up restlessCause this piece of me loves...!Don't fuck with weather prez I got a major death wishCause this piece of me is...!Goin' to church I didn't feel right, "Christian doesn't kneel right!"Tried to kill my self in music cause I tried to do it in real lifeBorn with my circuitry in my programmers handsFirst act of anarchy a freshmen not blendin' in with Hammer pantsSophomore graduated with unspeakable actsYou had the balls to rip me off have 'em when I speak up with YakI gave you Eons to pay me but money bags stallin'Like it ain't my how The Mighty have fallenI stabbed my mom'n'pop label, calm on, stop!Y'all still owe me doe time to go back to mom n popC'mon stop its silly how did you reallyThink you had Home Field Advantage in New York reppin' PhillyAnd I got more days than left on this earth investedCause this piece of me needs...!I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfastCause this piece of me feeds...!Suffered 100 pen stabs to the head up restlessCause this piece of me loves...!Don't fuck with weather prez I got a major death wishCause this piece of me is...!Knuckles bloody no sleep seen three days tankedWrite or break jaws my fists still filled with teenage angstAnd the only therapy is what's read on paper, funny!How the same applies to seeing blood on moneySplash you in the face with liquid nitrogen see if it freezeThen smash you bring cats, doggie, I'm VietnameseNot sure where heaven is, but I know hell is hereUsed to stuff trees into bottles like BelvedereJust to see clearer, cracked my rear view mirrorNow the schizophrenics in it are closer than they appear orI'm light years beyond my apocalyptic day dreamTo riding around with guns in a van with my A-TeamThe fire in the sky that rises to sink nightJust another morning I wake up too left to think rightThe much better looking white Al RokerAfter gastric bypass brings the weather, it's overAnd I got more days than left on this earth investedCause this piece of me needs...!I broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfastCause this piece of me feeds...!Suffered 100 pen stabs to the head up restlessCause this piece of me loves...!Don't fuck with weather prez I got a major death wishCause this piece of me is...!
