I'M A COLT 45 MAGNUM DRUNK, HANGING OUT WITH THE POPE HE'S SHOOTING MAD JUNK, MY DREAMS ARE TWISTED MY MIND IS SICK, ALL YOUR BRAINS ARE DOGS AND MY NAME IS MICHAEL VICK, I'M GUILTIER THAN OJ THE 1ST TIME AROUND, I'LL KILL YOU WHILE YOUR SLEEPING YOU WON'T HEAR A FUCKING SOUND, MY THOUGHTS ARE ON THE ROAD LIKE JACK KAROUAC, SINCE I BURNED MY 1ST L TILL I SMOKED CRACK WITH SHAQ.