I walk the plane of death as I lay in plain sight
I gamble with the gods as I gabble on my rights
I sip a slippy slurry and I sip a drip of meow
I pick a pickled pepper and I prick a powerhouse
I peck at the wound as the wounded lay dead
I snort up the air as the hogs lay in bed
I roar as you growl and wax as you wane
I walk the world as one, but I act this life in twain

B LAZ E's the bastard and the master rapper
He's on an eighth of everything, higher than a planet
The god of the devil and the saint of the sinners
The demon from heaven and the angel of the heathens
Bitch is on bitch mode, breaking a mold
Madder than a hatter and wiser than the old
Continuing to banter, to rant, to scold
B LAZ E's the guru to Alan's world

Alan's the little kid and the war chief
A chef and an artist and a little thief
Behind his little grin is an intent to sin
To play with his toys and break them in
Didn't always play nice but now he's got the pack
Always had troubles but now he's done with that
Eternally a kid and seriously talented
Wasted potential but he's drinking the life in