Your puttin on a show
I aways said you were a trip
And where your mind can go
All those cracks were real
From a long time ago
Like it's time to pay the rent
And Witchy poo to go?
It was just all you guys
Yankin on my hair
Makin me have split ends
And being a pain in the rear
Coz confusion makes contusions
So why add in the old Abe pop
If direction is all illusion
Why place in that kind of backstop
And there has to be an out of bounds
It sounded like I hit a limit yesterday
For the mouth off on the market
And the rules of who can play
