It was all a dream
I used to read tranny-world magazine
P'n'J and Heavy Dreams up in the brain-zine
Hangin' pictures of my balls
Erry day Pannic Attack, Mr. Clean, Chinua Mal
I let my griptape rock 'til my skateboard lost pop
Smokin' weed, sippin' on chicken stock
Way back, when I had the black camera backpack
With the blue hat to match
Remember slappin' ME, duh-har, duh-har
You never thought that consciousness would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I love tights
Time to get Laid, blow up on the Worlds Stage
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat cold English muffins for dinner
Peace to Marco Guerra & Brian Kelly the Winner
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, definitely not the same number, all new hood
And It’s all good.