Maybe it's hatred I spew. Maybe it's food for the spirit.
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish.
But I'm debated, disputed, hated, and viewed in America
as a mutha fuckin drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
It's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie.
While I'm wavin a pistol at 60 christians against me.
Go to war with the mormons. Take a bath with the Catholics, in holy water.
no wonder they tried to hold me under longer.