Lyric Maximum Dream for Evil...

Well, we re standin in the kitchen
And we re cookin us some chicken
And the house is burnin down
And we don t really care

See the children of the dealers
They re all kissin their dead daddies
And their eyes are seein backwards
They can t hear but they can sigh

Exploding butterflies hit and run
E*** K****** jumped the gun


Well, as far as I m concerned
They all do it cause they wanna
So don t come around my backyard
Smokin marijuana