Return of the living dead, I see drug dealers in shorts,
Staying clean myself thank you, never done the snorts.
I\'ve got rhymes, no ghost-writers, why would I cheat?
Life\'s choices are a gamble, stop beating your meat.
I studied all the rap cyphers, don\'t chase pied pipers,
Spotted some serpent symbolism on red Dodge Vipers.
Hammering metal, creating a battle-axe of pure might,
Chopping off dark claws who want to stop me doing right.
Crescent moon\'s and eclipses but the cheerleader couldn\'t be saved,
I dropped the pint glasses and bottles, while you went out and raved.