| Psst… hey, listen! |
| Lalalalala! I love my job. Whoo! Makes me feel like Superman! |
| Can you fly? I can. Wanna see? |
| I’m only entertaining you |
| My goal is to stimulate, making you high |
| And take you and I |
| To a place you can’t see |
| But I believe you can fly |
| I don’t mean nobody harm, I’m just partying |
| I’m not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian |
| Just a man who’s on the mic |
| So let me entertain you… |
| My lyrical content is constantly under fire |
| No wonder why I constantly bomb back |
| To combat attacks with constant concepts |
| When lyrics are constantly took outta context |
| Failure to communicate with congress has |
| Been a problem for the longest, I guess |
| But maybe one day we can make some progress |
| Food for thought — see how long it takes to digest |
| Feeling good when I should be ashamed |
| Sh*t, I really should’ve fell but I stood |
| See I came like a flame in the night |
| Like a ghost in the dark; there’s a ray, there’s a light |
| There’s a hope, there’s a spark |
| But when planets collide they’ll never see eye to eye |
| Until they decide to set their differences aside |
| And this is why only one of us will survive |
| So children follow my lead and feel the vibe, cause |
| My music can be slightly amusing |
| You shouldn’t take lyrics so serious, it might be confusing |
| Just trying to seperate the truth from entertainment |
| It’s stupid, ain’t it? I get sick of trying to explain it |
| See I could sit and argue with you but it goes beyond |
| Just being a snot, pointy-nosed bleach-blond |
| Cause I came here to uplift; let your woes be gone, |
| Tell 'em to get fu*ked and just mosie on |
| Constantly moving, constantly using the constitution |
| As a form of restitution |
| Bless the children, nothing less than brilliant |
| Let me entertain you like Robbie Williams |
| I’ll be here when y’all are gone, rebuilding, |
| World revolving, still evolving, still Slim |
| How many kids’ll copy? Probably millions, |
| But I’ma do this as a fu*king hobby till then, cause |
| My lyrical content contains subject matter |
| That sucks up all these fu*ked up young kids |
| At an alarming rate; common denominate |
| Add it up and you’ll see just why I dominate |
| I try to stimulate but kids emulate, |
| And mimmick every move you make — «Slim, you great!» |
| But wait, can’t you see I’m only here to entertain? |
| I gotta be the one to go against the grain |
| Cause man, I see it, feel it, live it, but it’s inhumane |
| For me to see you be influenced but pretend you ain’t |
| But they don’t understand that I’ve been through pain |
| If you get to know me I could be a friend you gain |
| But you can’t just stand there and try to judge |
| It hurts but you’re jealousy probably tears you up inside as much |
| And it’s such a pleasure, every button that I touch |
| I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust, but |