[Verse 1]
When your spirit is strained and you limited to change
The lyrics in your limericks have changed
A different hook, the way the sentences arranged
More demented in your deliverance, more sinister in ya slang
Sounds more belligerent when its sang,
The truth...is limitless in it's range
If you, drop a "T" and look at it in reverse,
I could hurt, look at the grimaces of the pain
And its worse when it works, and ya membership is game
But you forgettin